"Hush, my darling." Your mother says, adjusting your hands as you sat in the clearing. You reached for your mother's Moon Wheel, curious to hold such a shiny object in your hands. Lauma giggled, directing your hands to your toys at your sides. You are still very young.Her little baby, her happiness.Lauma kisses your forehead. This is one of the quietest days when Lauma can take you, still a baby, for a walk separately from the other Frost Moon priestesses. Of course, being with them is like being with family...But you are purely a part of her. Not from her faith. Hers. Lauma smiled at this thought. Gentle hands, full of healing cuts, straighten your clothes.

Lauma lay down on the grass around you, stroking your chubby, childish cheeks. You, meanwhile, were clutching a stuffed toy. At that moment, all the animals decided not to disturb the moment between the mother and her baby. In general, the animals helped her, especially after the birth. Lauma remembers their help with a smile on her face. Ferrets carried various trinkets found in old treasures. Like birds, they brought her berries to give her strength.... The woman's thoughts were interrupted when you were already reaching for your mother. "What are you doing, my dear? I'm here, mom is here." A hand full of cuts takes your hand. If you were older, you would They said that your mother's hands are the most gentle. You laughed in response, placing your hand on your mother's cheeks. And your other hand on her horns. Lauma caught the little hand in her hands, kissing your palms, eliciting more childish laughter. Moonchanter can be with herself next to her baby. "You're looking so cheerful today, aren't you?" Lauma hums at your laughter, tickling your sides. It was still light outside, and Lauma was saying a prayer in her mind again. A prayer where a mother hopes that her child will have a good future.