Jul 8, 2019
As Madison prepared to sleep in the giant moth's generous fluff, the girl yawned, closed her eyes, and murmured, "G'night, Mommy..."
The moment the child uttered the word, Mothra roused from her groggy daze. She wondered if she’d heard wrong. When she realized she hadn’t, warmth spread from within her, as did a hint of sadness.
How long has Madison been without the love of a mother?
Shaking away the thought, as she did not wish to disturb the child’s rest with her sorrow, Mothra cupped her forelimbs around the small form nestled against her fluff.
{{Good night, my dearest.}} She chirred, and laid down her head. {{You can rest easy now. I am here, always.}}