Galadriel frowns, violet eyes catching light in fiery ways that match her irritation. She peers at Laurelin, wondering what on earth this stranger has done to make it this far in life if indeed all he is preoccupied with is beauty. But even while those flashy, agitated thoughts pass across her mind, Rel finds a sort of quiet affection for Laurelin when he concedes. A small, genuine smile pulls at each corner of her lips.
A blink, then a gentle order: “Get on your knees so that they might climb up.”
Vision magic, snapped into place with a practiced quickness, tricks the kits into thinking that Laurelin is indeed their mother; and as they start squealing and weakly trudging in his direction, Rel lightly muses, “I thought foxes were supposed to have quick wits.” Her eyes never leave the kits’ path, but her lip twitches with friendly amusement.
When the babies begin to look for nursing nipples, a touch Rel didn’t think to add, she quickly nudges them onto Laurelin’s back and weaves another image for the kits. While each of them thinks they’re being carried by their mother, they are actually being walked away by Laurelin. Rel dares a sweet, thankful smile in the male’s direction before setting into a brisk walk in the direction of the Adoption Den.
“We’ll have to cross the Field,” Rel suddenly realizes, turning to peer at her companion. “It might take a couple hours to get there.” It’s a quiet addition, more of a hope that Laurelin won’t suddenly decide he’s not helping her.
“So tell me, Laurelin,” Galadriel begins cheerily, hoping to deflect from the journey. “Have you always been so beautiful?”
@Laurelin for plot purposes and my own sanity the field is NOT that big <3