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Aslatiel · 05-01-2021, 08:14 PM

"Aslatiel"

After hearing from Tamsyn and seeing the wounds on Briar's neck, Aslatiel needed to have a talk with her father. She was more than a little upset with him. He was supposed to be the adult. He was supposed to be taking care of them. Not the other way around. Freshly two years old and she would be leading the Armada. Not that she wasn't capable, but it shouldn't have been her responsibility. Not yet. The command hadn't been given, but Sirius wasn't in the right state of mind to take care of himself, let alone and entire group of wolves. They needed a figurehead so she would step up.

The bodies had been presented, but Asla didn't believe it. It just felt off. She wouldn't voice her opinion, but she wouldn't feel grief or sorrow. Not fully or wholly. Not until... until when? What sign could one ask for to know if their brother and mother were dead? It was laughable, her hope. Downright laughable. Perhaps some day that hope would crumble and the reality of the situation would come crashing down, but that time was not now.

Passing her father, the Reaper had told her father to meet her at the edge of the training field. They needed to talk about so many things. Would they talk about everything that needed to be spoken about? Definitely not. They could at least sort out a few things though. She needed to know where he stood. She needed to gauge his mental state for herself. So she sat at the edge of the stone slab, staring out at the retreating brackish water. She waited.

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