Okay, it was time. Mojito had been with the group for a little while now, his trips back and forth to the Armada were done with and he'd hardly seen hide nor tail of Asla... Mostly because he still didn't really know how to face her when the last time they'd shared space together she'd been giving him the cold shoulder. It was killing him. He'd left behind the only place he'd ever felt he'd belonged to be here, to be here for his daughter and in some part to be here for her mother too. Yes, Mojito still loved her, had basically said he always would and despite it all that was still proving true. But he was lonely, isolated. He did not feel the familiar pang of jealousy he once had when he knew she was out with her new lovers he simply wished he could have his friend back, that they could talk, like fucking adults. So that's what he was going to do. He wouldn't abandon his daughter, not until she was a true adult but he wasn't about to keep taking Asla's attitude like some kicked puppy who kept coming back because it was all he had. So today he sought her out, grew a pair and for the second time in his life prepared himself to hurt so much he'd probably cry himself to sleep tonight, but he'd been correct when he'd realized if he didn't look out for himself no one else would, he'd just never imaged it would mean losing the only friend he had, ever. Yep, that still stung. Speech

Holy Heck, thanks Kat!

Today had been a good day. With the fish that she and Arc had trapped, Asla had been able to wheel and deal a bit with some passing traders. They went away with a bunch of slimy fish and she came away with a few nice bottles of wine. There were still quite a few fish left over for the others to eat since there were fewer mouths to feed. With Ocean and Chrystelle deciding to leave the group and explore their newfound freedom, and Indigo's friends leaving to do the same, the amount of hunting had been cut in half.

Coming back with the tied bottles slung over her shoulders, Aslatiel came face to face with Mojito. He'd been like a wraith since joining the group. He avoided her and she avoided him simply because it seemed as thought that was what he wanted. He was here for their daughter, after all. Not for her. It was a pity, really. She still had feelings for the flop eared man. Most likely, she always would.

He was staring intently at her, so... perhaps he wanted something? Rather than avoid him, the cream and grey fae continued right on ahead, coming to a stop before the pale man."Hello, Mojito. Fine evening, isn't it?" It hadn't rained today or the day before. The sun had been out. The birds were singing. Everyone and everything was happy, except him, it seemed.

"Aslatiel Indarra"