[ Mayerling’s outfit earns a lopsided grin from her, a flicker of surprise lighting up her face as both brows shoot up in pleasant approval. The grin lingers, soft and genuine, before her expression settles into something quieter—a mix of focus and anticipation. She watches the unfolding exchange with bated breath, so engrossed, so caught up in her excitement and nerves, that most of the words barely register.
Rose's question draws a soft, fleeting laugh from her lips, but she decides to leave it to Mayerling to answer.
She gently guides her mom into the parlor, her hand still clasped in hers, almost entirely unwilling to release her. There’s no danger here, not within the absolute safety of the burrow, but that doesn’t stop the protective instinct from anchoring her beside her mother. Even when everyone finally settles into their seats, she hovers just a little longer, reluctant to stray too far. Before sitting, she snags one of the treats from the table, though she barely takes a bite. It becomes less a snack and more a distraction, nibbled on absentmindedly, her mouth and hands just as tuned in as her ears. ]
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Rose's question draws a soft, fleeting laugh from her lips, but she decides to leave it to Mayerling to answer.
She gently guides her mom into the parlor, her hand still clasped in hers, almost entirely unwilling to release her. There’s no danger here, not within the absolute safety of the burrow, but that doesn’t stop the protective instinct from anchoring her beside her mother. Even when everyone finally settles into their seats, she hovers just a little longer, reluctant to stray too far. Before sitting, she snags one of the treats from the table, though she barely takes a bite. It becomes less a snack and more a distraction, nibbled on absentmindedly, her mouth and hands just as tuned in as her ears. ]