fleeting innocence

*Iolaire* · (This post was last modified: 04-10-2020, 09:06 AM by Iolaire.)

Iolaire had been spending all of her time in Ashen territory. She was never terribly far from Deathbelle's side. Even now, the small healer was settled in a chamber outside of the Empress's private chambers. Her sleep was light and her sense of hearing was always on edge, listening for the lightest call. It was the call for Hannibal that woke her first, but the call for herself is what pulled her to her paws. Sliding into her pack, the little woman shook off the vestiges of sleep and moved into the chamber where her closest friend would soon give birth.

Hannibal was already there as she knew he would be. Io shot the man a grin before placing her supplies on the ground. Seating herself at the edge of the furs, she offered Deathbelle a smile of reassurance. "How are you feeling? Are things happening quickly or slowly?" She was here for support, but she needed to know what to expect in order to give that support properly.

"Speech"

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