Feast for Four

It was Asla who had called, so of course he would come. He answered quickly, bounding forward with no clue as to why she needed them. It didn’t matter to Mortis, because he had promised that he would always be there for her.

He tried not to glare at Azure upon seeing his brother, and concentrated instead on the preparations his sister had made. He could smell the dead pig, and eyed it curiously, wondering what she was doing. He looked over to Indy, finding a small smile in himself for the boy, and for the sake of peace, glanced over at Azure, and offered him a weak smile too.