[PRP || Alexandre x Isolean & her family] Are those fangs!?!

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The tears slowed it was hard not to feel better with Blake around. Giggling a little Isolean Rolled her eyes over to look at the light green mare. 
"how long have you been saving that one." she asked her voice still quivering.
"seems like ages." Blake replied with a laugh her grin growing a little more.
A few moments of silence passed between them Isolean adjusted herself beneath the blanket. 
"aren't you going to ask what I'm doing out here?" she asked wondering why blake who had already raised a daughter of her own and own her own was such a . . .seemingly horrible parental figure.
"I thought that was pretty obvious." Blake replied. 
Isolean stared at her a little puzzled. 
"why your working on your tan of course." she said giving  a nudge.
Isolean rolled her eyes once more and looked away.
"I'm going to take that as you really don't care." 
"no it's just it's none of my business. Bringing you back on the other hand is." blake said getting to her feet. She looked kinda admittedly funny without her blanket on. 
"fathers going to be so angry with me." Isolean replied looking down at her blistering hives before getting her own feet beneath her.
"Angry is just another version of worried when it comes to parents." Blake said wrapping isolean a little more securely in the blanket with an assuring nuzzle.
"why dose father hate you so much?" Isolean asked as they started to walk back toward the teepee using what little shade was left. 
At first Blake said nothing only kept walking, Isolean thought she wouldn't get a reply that maybe the question was one she might not have asked. However at last blake said but a single word that she did not question for it's tone was somewhat heavy.  "Reasons." 
 

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Thesh-ah watched as recovery charged back into the camp site. His hair disheveled, coat lathered in sweat, eyes wide with fear, and his breaths in short gasps. 
It reminded her very much of his father that day he had brought recovery's basket to her to help raise it. Sometimes she swore the two couldn't be more alike.
"mother!" he called running up to her "has she returned has there been any word?" he asked looking about.
She touched her nose to his cheek as a kiss ment to calm him show him strength through her own even though in her own heart she felt almost as worried as she was sure he was.
"No but if any one will find her it will be Blake. She knows the path of the lost better than she knows those jokes of hers. One would say it's her only applicable skill. I'm sure she's picked up the trail and has her safe and sound as we speak. Have confidence Son. your panic does nothing to help the situation. You need a level head head right now for Isoleans sake." she replied gently.
He looked like he would venture a reply but instead took a few deep breaths and pawed at the ground restlessly before trotting about camp in an ancshious circle.  
She couldent very well blame him his worry was well warranted isolean was hardly a hardy filly by any standard. 
For a time she watched recovery with his nervous prancing and the tree line for sighns of movement. 
 

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"I-I'm sorry dad!I got thirsty i just wanted a drink of water and i didnt wanna wake you. i didnt mean to make you worry." she cried nuzzleing against his warm chest as his head held her close.
She felt much better now . . .well on the inside. her burns still hurt quite badly.
"I wont ever do it again daddy." she promised as they walked to the shelter of the teepee.