She watched the stuffed toy--stitched back together in contrasting thread in places--fly across the room, followed at an easy lope by her daughter.
She reached out, tweaked a line of power, watched her daughter growl and corner quickly, pursued the toy along its new course. Folding her arms neatly into her sleeves, still jerking the toy along with her fingers, "Daughter mine?"
"EET UR HED!" her daughter announced, launching herself at her toy and proceeding to do just that, gnawing on the thing's head with every evidence of delight.
She extracted a hand from her sleeve to cover her face with it.
'I eets ur hed' - Wild Roses, Sascha & her mother
She reached out, tweaked a line of power, watched her daughter growl and corner quickly, pursued the toy along its new course. Folding her arms neatly into her sleeves, still jerking the toy along with her fingers, "Daughter mine?"
"EET UR HED!" her daughter announced, launching herself at her toy and proceeding to do just that, gnawing on the thing's head with every evidence of delight.
She extracted a hand from her sleeve to cover her face with it.