out of the oven and into the frying pan

She walked with hassle then she had given the trader, proving in the moment that the carrot was indeed better than the stick. He brought them from the woods, and into Armada territory, dropping off his bundle of iron near the communal area, before bringing her over to an empty den. “You are Armada property now, and this is Armada territory. The borders are patrolled, the lands outside this territory mean death for you. Remember that, for I do not wish it on my conscience.” hr softly ordered her, before raising his head and calling for his son.

It wasn’t far from morning now, and the boy was likely sleeping. He leaned back, waiting for the winged child to appear. When he did so, it was with a fierce yawn, and wings hanging sleepily from his back. Sirius watched him look from the Warlord, to the girl on the rope. “Dad…?”