Wee Hours

*Iolaire* · 11-03-2019, 10:28 PM

What on earth was he doing? Sirius spoke and pulled her closer. Iolaire's throat tightened and her heart clenched. She felt as though she would die. She? A sister to him? A bit of soft laughter broke free, for if it hadn't, she would have cried instead. That, she wouldn't allow. I had brothers and they were taken from me. It's a pain that I've felt all my days. A sigh ghosted past blackened lips. It's a feeling that I've yearned for. I also feel a familial pull towards you. I couldn't quite place this odd loyalty before, but that's just it. Pulling back, she searched the giant wolfs face with two-toned eyes. You feel like family. It's odd, isn't it?

With a groan, Iolaire extracted herself from the behemoths grip. Rising, she padded a few steps away and stretched. She sniffled a bit and shook the wetness from her eyes. It never happened. No evidence. Well, I think I'm going to overdose on Valerian and sleep for a week. She didn't sleep well and had always suffered from insomnia. That was part of the reason that she was nocturnal. It was easier to sleep during the day.

Are you sure that you don't want help sleeping? Deep. Dreamless. A specialty of mine. Sleepweave was one of the first concoctions that she'd learned how to make. The old Crone had needed it nightly and so she found herself making it on a daily basis.

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