Made to run for our lives

Aslatiel · 05-22-2021, 12:55 PM

Once she was finished speaking, the woman moved forward. Asla noted the sleek, toned form and boldly looked her over. If anything, Asla was far from shy. She appreciated the female form as much as the male form. The chuckle that came from the fae brought a smirk to the cream colored lady's scarred maw. She then gave her name which Asla accepted with a nod. "Pleasure to meet you as well, Acantha."

As the fae continued to speak, listing just what she was looking for in life, Asla thought more and more that she would be a good fit for the Armada. "We fight hard for ours in the Armada. If you want a home where your efforts will mean something, I'd be glad to take you back with me and offer you a place. We'll need to speak to my father first, but he admires strength and determination just as much as I do." Sirius did indeed appreciate the strong, but he also appreciated the weak. Asla... not so much on that front. Everyone needed to be able to carry their own weight and contribute. If you couldn't... then you were useless.

"When you're finished with your soak, we should return. It's not terribly far." A thought rose within the young Reaper's mind. "I'm actually looking for a personal guard, if you think you're up for the job." Having just learned that she was pregnant, Aslatiel would have to be more careful. No intense fighting for now and then no fighting at all as she progressed. She needed someone that would be at her side to aid as necessary. She could see Acantha taking that place, but only if she wished for it.

"Speech"

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