A Little Question

"You always have figured things out, Aunt Pyralis. I have no doubt in your ability," she murmured affectionately. Only a pause later, and she was nodding to Pyralis' words. "I agree. I think they will, though; our family is strong and determined, and for the most part, I can't see anyone deciding to laze around doing nothing. Me personally, that would drive me insane." Astaroth smiled again when Pyralis got to the point - what did she want? Did she need help? Her aunt wasn't stupid nor would she ever be; she knew there was more than just random small. "Yes, there is - but first. We must adventure and cause mischief together soon. It's been too long and we could have quite some fun." She couldn't think of anyone better than Pyralis to cause mischief with; she truly hoped her aunt would agree. She didn't think Pyralis would disagree, though, with as trouble-loving as she was.

"As for what I came to you about. I came to you about your choice of mate for your children... I am now older than Father was when he had my littermates and I. Almost at your age when you had Ashiel and Asharya, and yet... all the mortal men are... weak. You said you had seen a fire spirit; I have sadly not seen anything of the like. I do feel a pressure, as well. I am of Amon's first litter, and am old enough to grow the family, and teach them well." She trailed off here, glancing at her aunt hopefully, looking for advice in this conflictment for her.