Feast for Four
Fatalis
02-19-2020, 04:02 PM
Aslatiel had enlisted the help of her aunt Iolaire and her aunt's friend Roan to prepare her surprise. The trio had built a pyre on the beach. It wasn't large, but it would burn all night, which was what Aslatiel wanted. Roan had hefted a big chunk of the pig that she'd killed and laid it upon a slab of stone near the fire. There were furs laid out for the four siblings. The sky was getting darker, which was exactly what she wanted. Raising her little muzzle, Aslatiel gave a howl for her brother's. She'd asked her mother to send them this way, so they should be close. Off to the side, a shadowy figure sat hunched in one of the mangroves. Marshall, her father's vulture, was playing nursemaid. That was fine with the girl, as long as this night was for the four of them. She howled again, calling those that she held most dear to her side. She hoped that they would like the surprise that she had for them. "Speech" |