Let's Talk About It.

Aslatiel · 03-18-2021, 01:36 AM

From the moment that Mortis left, Aslatiel was angry. She'd killed some things. Shredded a pig beyond recognition. She'd even had it out with her father. And yet, nothing seemed to tamp down the ire that had been raised within her. As such, she had been avoiding Naiche. The feelings that he'd confessed were too much on top of the already precarious stack of emotions that were weighing down on the young Reaper. Last night, she hadn't even gone back to her den to sleep. The young woman had simply slept in her aunts cottage that was now empty except for foot traffic to take advantage of the collection of herbs within. Avoiding him wasn't the best course of action, but talking to him when she felt like this was a one way ticket to fighting and hatred. If she'd spoken to Naiche in her current state, he would have likely ended up hating her instead. So Aslatiel spent the night in the cottage along and hoped that she would feel differently in the morning.

Morning came, cold and snowy as ever. Yet another storm had hammered the land during the night and there was a fresh coat of white powder littering the ground. It was difficult to cut through some of the drifts but in time, Asla managed. She was tired by the time she made it all the way back across the territory to her den. The sun had barely risen and was struggling behind the storm clouds overhead. She hoped that Naiche was still within the den. They had a lot to talk about.

"Speech"

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