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Aslatiel · 05-07-2021, 06:40 PM

"Aslatiel"

Wrapping his arms about her, Sirius pulled Asla off of her paws and the young woman released a soft, girlish laugh. He breathed in the scent of her and she hoped that her scent would remind him of what and who she was. She was his child. Children needed their parents, even when it seemed like they didn't. Aslatiel understood the emotions that he battled. Though they pained him, she wouldn't wish them away. He needed that pain. He needed to feel it. Not only were the dead deserving of heartache and tears, but he had to feel it so that he could come to terms with it. In the end, when he was able to breathe again, she would be waiting.

Sirius spoke and Asla again turned to humor. It was how she dealt with a lot of things. "Look at the size of me, Papa. I always have my work cut out for me." He mentioned his night terrors and when her paws touched earth again, she looked up at him, her galactic gaze serious. She'd seen the wound in Briar's neck. That couldn't happen again. "We'll work together to set you right. However much time you need between The Hallows and the Armada, you take it. There are birds that can be sent if you need us and we, you. Worry about yourself and come back to us."

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