Life, Lessons and Language

Venom knew she still had a lot to learn, and hopefully she’d do it before she took the throne from her mother. She trained hard, but she was also getting into the habit of teaching, and her tiny sister was a perfect student. Or she was too timid to try and get out of doing whatever big sister said to do. When she heard Iolaire’s call she decided to bring the small girl with her.

The two Ashen princesses made their way to the Armada lands, though they were kind of slow going. Venom refused to let Siren ride on her back and by the tim they arrived the younger girl was worn out. Venom was hardly fazed, she did patrols and trained her body hard. Siren was so soft, the older girl wasn’t sure what use she would be in the future. Maybe a pawn she could send off to another pack.

The thoughts were sent away as she arrived silently, a soft grin of greeting given to both Iolaire and Mortis.