Habu felt numb as his mother continued his list, actually moving beyond 'Kanelo' - the boy who'd aptly been named 'enough'. It was ironic that it did not stop at him, though he was actually the youngest. He snapped out of it when his mother suddenly moved forward and nuzzled him, it was a comfort to know that she wasn't terribly panicked about everything. He leaned forward, not wanting her to leave, when she stepped back again so she could leave now. But as usual, he knew it wasn't going to happen. He listened to her, nodding dumbly.
"I will watch for them, welcome them as they should have been welcomed long ago," he murmured, "Thank you for telling me."
Wahabu was very grateful. His mother was a goddess, she did not have to concern herself with such dealings but she did because she really did care about him, even if she couldn't stay because of her duties and such. He sighed and watched as his mother flew away once again.
Fin.
