"E-wa!"
The cheerful cry drew attention to where Yatrel approached, carrying her youngest in her arms. The two's hair color were practically identical, the same sort of reddish blonde that the sight of made duelists tremble. Talva of course recognized the infamous hand to hand fighter.
But her blue gaze was locked on the child.
The toddler's brown eyes widened at the sight of the tall blonde standing there. Her small hands reached out instinctively before registering this person *wasn't* her usual target. That moment of confusion made the woman's heart clench as she prepared for the familiar fear and cries.
Instead, Onya's face lit up with fresh excitement upon the logic that there were *two* of them!
"Up! Tat! Up!"
"Well, she seems to like you."