Hello my little Kittens! Thanks for reading. The title of the song that Toriel sang is called Anchor. Enjoy the chapter!

Toriel had long since finished her song. She tucked Mocha in further and picked up her book after she finished. She had no idea why, but she always found snails interesting. Toriel had kept a steady rhythm of rubbing circles on Mochas side since she fell asleep. Her steady breathing calmed Toriel and brought back memories of when she still had her own children.

It brought back the memories of caring for them. They slept, just like Mocha was now, on her lap. Resting their heads on her chest. Toriel had set her book down and now watched Mochas peaceful face as she rested.

The only difference was that her face wasn't peaceful. It was riddled with panic. It sent a pang of guilt through Toriels heart. Seeing that she couldn't help her, in her time of pain. Mocha was starting to shuffle in her sleep. Now Toriel had to help her, wake her up. Tears were spilling from her still closed eyes.

"Mocha, Mocha! You need to wake up now." Toriel said as she gently rocked Mocha. "My child, please wake." She was pleading now. Rubbing the tears off Mochas flushed cheeks. Mocha was now mumbling nonsensical things, making Toriel even more worried. "My child!" Toriel spoke once more and, thankfully, succeeded.

She woke screaming and flailing. Well she would be if Toriel wasn't holding her arms so she wouldn't hurt herself. Her breathing was still panicked and her eyes and cheeks were coated in a thick flow of tears that were still leaking from her eyes. She had stopped trying to escape the grasp of the thick quilt blanket around her legs and Toriels giant and soft hands. Once her breathing calmed, Toriel attempted to find out what made Mocha so panicked in her sleep.

"My child, what happened in that nightmare to cause such a reaction in you?" Mocha simply sat, silent. "Do you not wish to speak about it?" She shook her head, making it known that she didn't want to speak. About the nightmare or otherwise. In an attempt to lighten the situation and Mochas mood she spoke again. "Would you like anything to eat?" Now that sounded heavenly. After that torturous nightmare, Mocha desperately needed food. She was so hungry.

"Alright, did you want to help me make some food." Despite her unhappy mood, Mocha always enjoyed cooking. And quite frankly, she was one hell of a cook! One of her specialties was gourmet triple chocolate and moose cupcakes.

Her skill in baking sweets was far better than that of making actual food meant for a meal. Though she was still a good cook, nonetheless.

"If you will follow me, I can lead you to a garden I have by the entrance of the ruins. Would you like to come?" Mocha nodded excitedly. "Good, let me find you a warm coat so you don't get cold again." Toriel stayed calm, though her curiosity was eating at her insides. She wanted to know badly what had woken Mocha in such a manor. But it was clear that she was uncomfortable with speaking about it.

Toriel walked to her closet that was by the room she had given to Mocha. After looking a bit for something small enough, she found a fluffy cloak. She brought it over to Mocha and gently laid it across her shoulders, pulling the hood up and brushing a stray lock of curly hair out of her face.

The cloak was a bit to large, like everything in the house. But it fit her snugly. It was a royal purple, and in the spare space on the back was the same symbol in white that was on Toriels chest. The trim around the hood and bottom of the cloak was a very fluffy white faux fur. And the clasp that kept the cloth around her head and body was a brass pin with a very intricate design of a leaf.

It was very elegant and made Mocha look quite beautiful. Once she was covered well, they both grabbed a large woven wooden baskets. Mochas had a handle and Toriels didn't. They walked calmly through the ruins to find they're way back to the general area where she fell.

Once there, they found the garden. It was well tended to. And it was just under a ray of light that came from the surface. There were many different kinds of plants that grew. As far as Mocha could see, there were two different gardens. Separated by a stone path. Each had a stone path going through it so you could get to each plant.

There was a beautiful flower garden with many exotic flowers with vibrant colors growing there. There was even a large white fence that had jade colored vines wrapping all around it.

The other was the garden of growable foods. There was also two tall white fences with grapes and such growing on them. Potato plants and carrot plants were lined next to each other. It looked like a miniature farm. There was corn and lettuce growing. Tomatoes and watermelon. And other foods. There were also trees and bushes that had berries and fruits on them.

"How in the world did you get all this?" Mocha said in a whisper as she stared in awe.

"Well, random packages were dropped a long time ago into the ruins. I simply opened them and there were seeds and foods to plant. I took care of them until I had the chance to grow them. And I have, as you can see." Toriel finished and walked towards the food garden. "Would you mind picking some flowers while I grab some of the foods needed to make dinner?"

"Of course!" She said excitedly as she skipped over to the other garden. The stone paths were well made. And the gardens well tended to. It was a sight to behold.

Every once in a while, Mocha would turn her head and shout over to Toriel to ask her what kind of plant something was. The gardens were pretty far apart, so it was difficult to hear one another.

As Mocha bent down and was about to pick a flower called a chocolate cosmos, a yellow flower popped up in front of her hand, preventing her from picking the flower. The flowers middle was white and had a bright, cheesy smile on it.

"Howdy!" It was Flowey again.

"What do you want this time?" Mocha didn't want to interact with the flower anymore. Everything it did was suspicious. Why did it never approach her when Toriel was around?

"Golly, rude much?"

"I'm not in the mood to play around. Get to the point." Her voice was serious, but so was Flowey's. Toriel was far away so she couldn't hear or see the flower.

"Just wanting to know if you have figured out what caused the magic. And if anything strange has happened lately?" He was unsure of his final question.

"Whatever. I was thinking earlier, if I'm not the one who has the magic, maybe it's an item on me that has the magic."

"That is possible, though what object are you thinking of?"

"I was thinking of my ring." She held out her hand. "My Great Grandmother got it when she was a little girl, she never told me where she got it from though."

"Let me see the ring." Mocha pulled her hand protectively closer to her body. "I'm not going to do anything to it. I just want to see if I can sense any magic coming from it. You can even watch me, ok?" She hesitantly lowered her hand back to Flowey. What Mocha assumed was Floweys roots popped up from under the ground and gently grabbed her hand.

He held it close to his face and inspected it closely. They sat like that for a few moments.

"How strange." Flowey mumbled under his breath.

"What is it?" Mocha was a bit worried of what he would find.

"There is magic present in the ring, the same type of magic I saw too. But the weird thing is the persons magic that is in this ring." He still held her hand, staring confused at the ring. The ring was a silver band that had intricate designs in it. It also had one small jewel in the middle of two other jewels. The one in the middle was a gentle blue that was calming, but the outer two were a purple that made Mocha think of intelligence and sophistication.

"Who's magic is it?" She was worried. If Flowey could sense the magic, maybe Toriel could too. If Mocha didn't know the person, maybe she could ask Toriel who it is.

"You don't know them, but I can tell you where they are." Flowey said as he looked up into Mochas eyes. He regretted doing that, because of the hypnotizing color of them. One half of her eyes where a vibrant blue, and the other half a just as bright green. Split perfectly down he middle. So rare, and so beautiful.

"Where are they?" Flowey was snapped out of her alluring gaze and back to reality.

"U-Um. They aren't in the ruins. You'll have to leave fluff-butt if you want to get to him." He stuttered and looked back down only to realize, he was still holding her hand. So he let go and placed his roots back in the ground.

"But I-"

"No buts. Do you want to find him or not?"

"Well I do. However, I don't want to leave Ms. Toriel behind. Can she come with me?" Mocha was holding her hand to her chest, rubbing over her heart. Just thinking about leaving Toriel hurt Mocha.

"She won't want to leave the ruins. But you'll figure it out. Gotta fly. See ya." He popped away before Mocha could get another word in.

"My child, are you alright?!" Toriel hollered across the land to Mocha. "You've been sitting there for some time!" Mocha stood and brushed of her knees, chocolate cosmos in hand.

"I'm fine. Just lost in thought!" Mocha hollered back. She'd ask Toriel later. After dinner when everything had cooled down. It was a plan. They both left their respective gardens and met in the middle. Toriel bent down and hugged Mocha.

Why was she making it so hard to leave. The way that Toriel treated her, reminded her of a mother. Mocha felt something build up in her through and before she could stop herself, she asked.

"Ms. Toriel, can I call you Mom?" She seemed surprised that Mocha asked. Her expression softened and she gave a kind and forgiving smile to Mocha.

"Of course, my child. If it shall make you happy, than anything."

Thank you again for reading my sweet kittens. I wander who has blue magic and purple magic that holds great intelligence!? Hhmmmmmm! Do you know /O.O/