Let. Me. Treat. You!

Her body was sore and her knee ached something fierce, so she'd been told that she needed a few days of denrest. It was difficult to sit still and Asla had to keep her paws busy so she was doing something that she hadn't done in a long time. She was painting.

Now don't get it in your head that the dainty fae was holding a brush and applying color to a stretched skin or anything like that. Aslatiel was painting bones. Skulls mostly. She had a big boar skull just sitting around. Thre same boat that had broken her leg, actually. The skull was a gift from Naiche and Azure. She had made her own paints using the techniques that her aunt Iolaire had taught her. The big skull had been given a base coat of deep, rich black and blue. Upon it she lightly spattered pale white and gold. Soon she would add constellations. Asla would forever be a star child and would never forget her love of them.

She had been waiting for the paint to dry when the call came from the door. Asla wrinkled her nose. What was the girl doing here? An instant later the bubbly voice declared that she was here to bring Asla medicine. "Mojito already treated my wounds. Thank you anyway." Asla mentally willed the young menace to go away.