Don't fall

Mojito needed to figure out what he was doing with his life, his parents were more and more distant and he was still torn up over his confession to Asla... and her response. He should have been happy with even getting to have a fraction of her... that's what he felt... and yet he didn't want to have to share her. He was mentally berating himself for not being happy with what he could have, instead, he was focusing only on himself. To say he was confused and wrapped up in his own cyclical thoughts would have been an understatement.

He was more idle than anything else these days, his frustration at the treatment of his family had slowly simmered into a low resentment, he couldn't decide if being ignored was better than being actively harassed... but then he knew he was also to blame for that, he hadn't exactly reached out to his cousins after his early treatment from them... but why should that fall to him? He wasn't really paying attention to his surroundings as he walked idly through Ashen's lands. That was until an unfamiliar scent reached him... well mostly unfamiliar... It was vaguely reminiscent of Asla's scent and was obviously from an Armada wolf.

His curiosity piqued Mojito adjusted his course walking up behind a young man he'd never seen before... did he had wings?

Mojito shook that revelation from his mind to raise his voice, calling out in a friendly tone. "I'd be careful if I was you."

"Speech!"

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