with one headlight

Sirius relaxed against her, his audible sigh proof of the contentment he felt. The distance between them had become too vast, and she hoped that they might be able to close it. To return to the easy friendship that lingered between them despite the hardships. She had been given little snippets from Io, but not much more than news on his leg. She hadn’t visited him near enough as she should have and now they were practically strangers.

He explained himself and the hardships the Armada faced because of his grave injury. She nodded knowing, both to the stall of growth as well as the hopefulness of their new start. Of making their move to new lands. Now they were small, but the Empire grew quickly, they would make their mark on Boreas yet.

”I’m sure the Empire with explode in growth with your returned health.” She assured him in between the tending of his fur. ”Ashen is holding steady, after the disappearances we are on our way to growth.” She offered as a bit of hope. If the boy Sandor returned she wondered if Sirius would wish to take him under his wing as well. ”Speaking of growth, in a little more than a season your quilled apprentice will be a yearling.” She reminded him of Venom’s impossibly fast growth and her looming first birthday. Along with her brother and sisters.