I hear you fight for a kiss

When her father questioned the dummies, Asla gave them a glance too. He asked if she had been the one to make them and she shook her head. "It was my idea, but Aunt Io made them for me. Or she helped me make them, at least." It wasn't always easy to find a sparring partner, especially for her. One, she was small and they were afraid of hurting her. And two, she was a princess and they were afraid of hurting her. It was silly and stupid. Didn't they realize that she would get hurt if they didn't spar with her?

Then he brought up the fact that she'd been sparring for kisses. He seemed mad about it and her first instinct was to tuck her ears, but she wasn't a child anymore. If she wanted to fight for kisses, then she'd fight for kisses. She wasn't doing anything bad. Besides, it was funny to see the reactions of her opponent when she laid out her terms. It threw them off their game. That was what she wanted. And, if she could make a name for herself by being remembered as the kissing warrior, then that was fine with her.

Sirius surprised her by saying that he, too, wished to fight for a kiss. Aslatiel arched a brow, then laughed aloud, shaking her head. "Okay, Papa. You got it." Already wearing her body armor, she slid the kudu horned helmet atop her head and fastened it underneath her chin. She knew that her father wouldn't begrudge her the use of armor. Once situated, she lowered her body, rolled her shoulders, and attacked.

Aslatiel rushed her father as though she would slam into his legs, but at the last moment she curled her body to the side and opened her jaws to clamp them around one knee while simultaneously swinging her body around in the hopes of pricking him with her porcupine armor.

"Earth" & "Stars"