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Little Octavia but trembles and whimpers, as she reaches out her tiny talons towards her mother. More than shaken by the cruel nightmare that she just had, even as she was slowly reassured by the sight that her parents were indeed-- still right there with her. "M-Mommy! Mommy... I-I... I had a bad dream... a t-terrible one... y-you and daddy weren't..." The little owlet wasn't even able to finish, before breaking into any series of frightened sobs. Clinging tightly onto her, as she hid her face away into her shoulder.

A gentle click of the tongue, and a shake of the head. "And it was just that, my darling - a terrible, awful dream. A terrible image in your head, that is all."

While Stolas took the more gentle and gushing approach in terms of comfort, Stella often took the logical and realistic one. It never lacked love, mind you, 'twas only more crisp, direct. That was the excellent balance the both of them struck, she thought; Stolas was always the much more gentle individual, he always has been, he always was. Stella, on the other hand, was known to be more fierce and sharp, piercing, intimidating. Rearing a child with both forms was important. The warmth of the father, the elimination thought process of the mother.

Where Stolas would soothe the ache, Stella assured it would not harm her any further, and that she was stronger than it. Yes, that applied even to little nightmares.

Stella wrapped her arms around her frightened Octavia and cradled her beneath her beak, blanket wrapped around the owlet. "Dreams can be so very cruel, but they hold no power over reality, dear. They can trick and deceive you when they're naughty, but your daddy and I are right here, are we not? Yes we are, yes we are."

It surprised Stella how... melted, she could sound. While Stolas was the tip of the iceberg, Octavia was truly the experience that made Stella realize just how warm she could be. The way she spoke with her child always surprised her, so soft, so gentle. She never knew tears before, but she became familiar with them after her daughter came to be. Happy ones, worrisome ones.. all so very strange, but so very possible.

The magic of a daughter. The magic that was Octavia.

Stella pressed a small kiss to her weeping child's head and gave her a squeeze. "We're not going anywhere, Via. You're rather stuck with the both of us for a very, very, very, very very long time."

All the while, she did flick open an eye towards her husband and gave a dart of her pupil from him to his old grimoire. Someone had best get on casting a spell for good dreams.

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