Caraehma listened to her eldest daughter recount the events their father had vaguely made mention to her. Hands folded in her lap. Once Na'ima had finished she raised a singular hand. "You do not need to raise your voice to tell me, Na'ima. Calm yourself."
She understood what Na'ima was feeling. It may have been a while ago but she too was young and full of emotions bursting at the seems. To a point where she just couldn't understand why she was feeling so irrational. But it seemed to be a normal thing with young fillys, once she had grown out of that phase she better understood it.
Her gaze went down to Falair who was idly playing with the hem of her robes. "Did you steal one of the beetles, Falair?"
Falair gave her mother a cheeky grin, lifting the edge of her robe up to cover half her face. "Yes mama."
"You know those are not yours to touch. Do not do it again little one. Those are special beetles to me and hard to replace. I should be able to fix the one you injured but it's temperament may be off now." She sighed lightly. Breeding these special beetles had taken a lot of effort and time to get them just right. To breed the wild out of them. Now this one would be timid. She may need to just completely scrap that one as a loss.
"Also, Na'ima. I see there is mud all over the tent. I can only assume this occurred from you chasing Falair about. I believe you may have prevented such a thing from happening if you had assessed the situation a little more thoughtfully instead of barreling in with a raised voice. Don't you?" Tilting her head slightly, her eyes lidded half way. By now Falair had stood, laying her head in their mother's lap. The older mare absentmindedly picking leaves and twigs out of her daughter's hair.
THIS IS HALLOWEEN
WHERE IT IS ALWAYS HALLOWEEN (and sometimes exams)
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