When The Violence Causes Silence

Ashiel stewed as he thought on the woman's words. Seth was as skilled a healer as any and so were his aunts. He had no need for any more but perhaps Aranea would make a fair assistant, after all she was meek enough to follow orders and do as she was told until he could figure out what to do with her. That was the rub… under normal circumstances he'd have casted her away but if she owed a debt to Asharya then he wanted to see it paid even if he felt uncertain of her worth. His eyes narrowed as he mulled over her answer regarding Nuada. So Tyrannis had stolen her son and Nuada had disappeared in the middle of the night? Ashiel's eyes closed and he sighed. That was unfortunate indeed and by the tone in he voice he could guess that Tyranis would not be easy to find, not that Ashiel owed Aranea the time of day.

"My sister is very dear to me, even if it has been some time since we were last together. If you indeed owe her a debt then I would see it paid. Yet, take heed. You will be expected to show your value and contribute to the pack. You say you don't know what to do anymore? Well, here is what you will do. Devote yourself to the Eclipse Empire and the health and betterment of all that live here. You will be accepted as a Healer. Fail to live up to this expectation and you will be swiftly demoted. Come, I will show you where we keep our densite." He gazed at her expectantly for a moment then turned on his heels and strode back into the territory.

"Talk"