Will You Remember?

His reasoning resulted in a hard stare. Wherever he came from, she hated it. For a fleeting moment she wondered if the Armada might raze his former home to the ground. They surely deserved it. The thought of slavery didn't bother her, but the thought of Bas being a slave certainly bothered her. Slaves were objects. Bas was a being. It was difficult to explain.

As the man in question called her his Guiding star and began to move away, Asla snorted. "If you keep giving me pet names, sometimes bound to get jealous." That someone would most likely be Indigo. Maybe even Azure. No... Asla wasn't looking forward to her brothers meeting Basilisk. Mort could meet him though because Mort loved everyone.

While Bas was away, Asla picked up the furs and the pillows. She wasn't some pampered princess that couldn't do for herself. The girl was surprisingly self sufficient. Though she was considered pretty, she wasn't very girly either. Give her blood and guts over perfumes and jewelry any day.