The sky could be blue, could be gray,
Without you, I'd just slip away...

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Turning at the sound of Aurora's voice, Gemma smiled at the term 'mom'. In the beginning, when the girl had first started calling her that, she had thought it a bit odd, but had taken it astride. Now she answered to it rather easily, and was rather happy to do so. Setting down her glass of water, she nodded and responded in a bouncing, friendly tone.
"Absolutely, sweetie," she said. "We can head out whenever you like." As she spoke, Gemma leaned backward against the counter. She was not far away from Jaxxon, who seemed to be as bold as ever. Though the red-haired woman often seemed rather difficult to be around for others, Gemma did respect her strength - both emotional and physical. For some, it took a lot of courage to speak their minds as freely as Jaxx did every day. Her tones were often harsh, and sometimes she wished that the loud woman would calm down a little, but for the most part, Gemma saw her as lacking in the area of underhandedness - in a good way, of course.
Naturally, Gemma was a bit worried that their Rebel, Lucian, would have something harsh to say to Jaxx in rebuttal. Then again, thinking about it from a different perspective, at least they were communicating to each other. That was something. Even if something erupted from this, she knew that they would not kill each other. They were a pack - they would not do that. After thinking this through for a moment, Gemma looked back to their princess, who looked confused, but in a good mood. Noting that she was sitting at the same table with Sitka, 'Mom' even grinned a little. They were getting along this morning. Usually, these kinds of happenings took some sort of special occasion.
...The sky could be blue, I don't mind.
Without you, it's a waste of time.