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Making sure they were out of earshot, Nymphaea narrowed her eyes and glared at Nymphoides. "What was that?" She asked harshly, keeping her voice down so as to not wake Ren who was sleeping in her pouch.

The yellow finn blinked, raising an eyebrow. "What was… what?"

"That!" Nymphaea gestured towards the campfire. "Why would you treat what happened to you like some scary campfire tale?"

Nymphoides looked very confused. Why was Nymphaea angry about this? "It seemed like a fitting time to talk about it, given we're all talking about spites and stuff. Perfect material for a scary spite story if you ask me..."

Nymphaea felt her eyes begin to burn. Why wasn't he taking this seriously? "I'm not asking you. You could have died! It isn't something to take lightly!"

"I'm not!" Nymphoides protested. "And I didn't die! I'm right here, see?" He lifted a paw and gestured to himself.

"I know!" Nymphaea's lips quivered a little, trying to hold back her tears. She looked at his scarred face and blank right eye… and could only see the blood, the life draining away. "I… I wasn't ready to recount that day, Nymphoides. What if Ren had heard it?"

"He's just a baby, he wouldn't have understood a word of it!"

"But he could have!"

Nymphoides groaned in frustration, glaring at Nymphaea with his one good eye. "It wasn't even you who got hurt. Why are you so worked up about this? You're not the one who almost lost a damn eye!"

"I almost lost my damn mate!"

Nymphaea's voice seemed to echo. There was a pause, the two glaring at each other in a tense, deafening silence. Nymphaea was the first to break eye contact, lowering her head and taking in a shaky breath.

"I almost lost you. Ren almost lost his father."

Nymphoides wasn't sure how to respond; but before he could, he heard a small whimper. Ren was awake now, his eyes wide and filled with tears as he shook in Nymphaea's pouch. The two yelling at each other must have woken him up.

Nymphaea took in another deep breath before wiping her eyes and turning away. "Look… we can talk about this later. We should get back to the others before it gets too dark." She muttered coldly, turning away.

Nymphoides stood silently as Nymphaea walked away while comforting their child. He was alone. The silence… The yellow finn sighed and furrowed his brows in vexation before eventually following her back.
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Alternatively Ren is too young to understand stories yet, but he does understand emotions so, wenk wonk

Follow up to: Nightsong 2C [Fish Fam] [Story]

Special Thanks for Ludicrous-Lunatic for providing the story, She also owns Nymphaea and Nymphoides~

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Making sure they were out of earshot, Nymphaea narrowed her eyes and glared at Nymphoides. "What was that?" She asked harshly, keeping her voice down so as to not wake Ren who was sleeping in her pouch.

The yellow finn blinked, raising an eyebrow. "What was… what?"

"That!" Nymphaea gestured towards the campfire. "Why would you treat what happened to you like some scary campfire tale?"

Nymphoides looked very confused. Why was Nymphaea angry about this? "It seemed like a fitting time to talk about it, given we're all talking about spites and stuff. Perfect material for a scary spite story if you ask me..."

Nymphaea felt her eyes begin to burn. Why wasn't he taking this seriously? "I'm not asking you. You could have died! It isn't something to take lightly!"

"I'm not!" Nymphoides protested. "And I didn't die! I'm right here, see?" He lifted a paw and gestured to himself.

"I know!" Nymphaea's lips quivered a little, trying to hold back her tears. She looked at his scarred face and blank right eye… and could only see the blood, the life draining away. "I… I wasn't ready to recount that day, Nymphoides. What if Ren had heard it?"

"He's just a baby, he wouldn't have understood a word of it!"

"But he could have!"

Nymphoides groaned in frustration, glaring at Nymphaea with his one good eye. "It wasn't even you who got hurt. Why are you so worked up about this? You're not the one who almost lost a damn eye!"

"I almost lost my damn mate!"

Nymphaea's voice seemed to echo. There was a pause, the two glaring at each other in a tense, deafening silence. Nymphaea was the first to break eye contact, lowering her head and taking in a shaky breath.

"I almost lost you. Ren almost lost his father."

Nymphoides wasn't sure how to respond; but before he could, he heard a small whimper. Ren was awake now, his eyes wide and filled with tears as he shook in Nymphaea's pouch. The two yelling at each other must have woken him up.

Nymphaea took in another deep breath before wiping her eyes and turning away. "Look… we can talk about this later. We should get back to the others before it gets too dark." She muttered coldly, turning away.

Nymphoides stood silently as Nymphaea walked away while comforting their child. He was alone. The silence… The yellow finn sighed and furrowed his brows in vexation before eventually following her back.
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Alternatively Ren is too young to understand stories yet, but he does understand emotions so, wenk wonk

Follow up to: Nightsong 2C [Fish Fam] [Story]

Special Thanks for Ludicrous-Lunatic for providing the story, She also owns Nymphaea and Nymphoides~