It had been over a month since the notice had been posted and it had been on Daring Do's mind ever since. She was brave and adventurous, but she wasn't stupid and the fact that things had gotten bad enough for the chieftain to impose a curfew... It made her concerned for friends who lived outside of the tree, particularly Spitfire, who lived awfully close to one of the warned about areas. Daring Do had her hands particularly full at that moment though. She had a teenage butterson full of angst. He had always been such a sweet child, but he had been acting different since just before the arrival of Golden Fleece, and her arrival only made him act worse. Daring Do couldn't help but feel he was keeping a very large secret from her, but every time she pushed he made some sort of comment about her real child. Daring Do had always treated him like her own, despite the obvious differences, so these fights stung. The fauny was worried she was quickly losing him for good, but had no idea how to stop it.
The small hand she held now was the other that had been keeping her busy: a child that looked so very much like herself, but Daring could not explain her origins. Daring Do probably had quite a different reputation these days with her strange family. She had welcomed the seemingly magical baby with open arms and had named her after a prized mystical treasure spoken of in legend. Children were lots of work though, and she couldn't be off risking her life while there were small ones at home.
Daring Do waited for a month, hoping that Spitfire would journey to the city on her own and find out how much things had changed, that never happened though. So now she stood with her daughter at the exit of Laisidhiel. They weren't exactly the small group recommended by the flyer, but she was still Daring Do. Golden Fleece gave her a sleepy look, having been awoken while it was still dark so that they would be ready to leave when the sun rose. "Your first big adventure, Fleece." Daring Do said, smiling down at the child. Who would've thought it would get to the point where just leaving the tree was an adventure for Daring Do?
Daring Do was not the only one whose hands were full with little faunies. Spitfire had brought home her own little look-a-like after an unfortunate event. It was something Spitfire was never going to talk to anyone about, and avoided thinking about when at all possible. Here was her little reminder though, with fiery hair and spirit, just like her. 