She looked towards Amelia and moved her hands and fingers in a smooth flowing motion as if she was swirling her hand through a pale of water. A wispy breeze of wind swayed and swirled through the air and surrounded Sandwich. The small moth-eaten lion started to perch on all fours and the frayed tail started to sway, Amelia’s felt the wind brush past her, instantly recognising this common mothering tactic.

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