~steps out of my wagon seeing the gift left my Aiyana and smiles, lifting up the basket I take it inside, taking out each of the blankets my pale blue eyes light up in delight, a bright smile on my face as both of the children come over pulling on their own blankets, my daughter wraps the morning-sun-pale blue and purple blanket around her and goes back to her bed to curl up with it, as her brother bypasses the blanket and steals the drum to go over to the other side of the wagon to bang on it to his own delight as I laugh watching him... setting his blanket on his bed, I give my daughter her rattle and place the basket somewhere safe for the rest of the migration~
