Meleys grunted as one of five tiny niece/nephews scrambled under her footing, brushing along a descended belly, stirring with life of their own. She stumbles in her step - easy to do these days - but steadies herself quickly enough on long, study black limbs.

Head lowering and comically so, she sticks her head between her forlegs to take a peak up-side-down at the intruder of her dark bubble.

Yesc'ebaa. She grumbles to the little girl. Who was, quite frankly, a rather beautiful thing. White with black face, opposite of herself, in face.

Still looking to the girl in her up-side-down view, she snorts to the girl's giggle, nose crinkling as an odd flash of teeth in a grin is offered to the little girl. Like a villain comically trying to play friendly neighbor, which wasn't at all wrong.

As the girl bounded off towards her father, Meleys lifted her head and reeled around, taking a few steps into that direction. Your father is right about many things. This most of all. She speaks to the girl yet dark and light grey eye look to her brother.

Yesbaa is very little, but she shows that she is tough already in her youth as she rams into her father, but as well goes to snatch at a tattered ear atop his head.

Meleys’ laughter is dark, her eyes watching with a sharpness at the niece she may soon enough run with, train to fight amongst the men and win.

The old crone sits then, her body heavy and the weight of her belly resting against the soft loam of the Elk's Crown. You best! She agreed, It may not happen again in this lifetime.