Sakuramoria

Perhaps this is what they called maternal warmth. At least, that’s what Leyla liked to think. She didn’t remember her own mother, so these feelings were something new to her. But it really did soothe her; the time mage didn’t even notice how tears welled up in her eyes during the embrace. “Thank you,” the girl said, wiping away the moisture, and thanked the sorceress. I’m going back to my place.