I'm Leaving On A Jetplane

Sweat collected at his brow and Ashiel woke up from the dream, his heart aching. It wasn't a vision, at least he didn't think so, merely the workings of a melancholy heart if one could in fact call such workings 'mere'. Griff opened one bright orange eye as he gazed at Ashiel but said nothing. Moving swiftly out of his room and into the cool morning air Ashiel sat wearily down. He couldn't do it, he wasn't strong enough. Ashiel was a father and a father's place was with his daughter. He could not bear to be separated from her, to have her growing up unseen even if she was growing up with the best instructor he could ever hope for. No, he needed to see her and most importantly he needed to be a father for her.

Ashiel moved to the courtyard and called for Malleus. The pack had been growing steadily and with the recent litter from Zinnia it was quickly reaching capacity. Risen had many good fighters and with Serene as an Oracle he didn't feel that his presence was vital. His absence would not break Risen and perhaps he could act as a liasion between the homeland and Risen on occasion. Ashiel just hoped that Malleus would understand.

"Talk"