What does this mean?

Aslatiel · 05-29-2021, 08:43 PM

Shit sucked and that was pretty much how it was. Asla was always hungry. Her mid-section was enormous. That wasn't even the bad part. There was an a thick, awkward cloud hanging above her. It was rough being around Naiche and it was rough being around Mojito. One of them was the father of the children that grew within her. They wouldn't know which until the time came for her to pop them out. The waiting game was getting boring.

Having kicked Naiche out of the den, her only real company was Acantha and she couldn't keep the spotted fae trapped here with her the entire time. Even Ashur had become tired of her grumbling today and had gone off to do other things. That left Asla alone with her thoughts. Yippee... They weren't very happy thoughts. She would be glad to get back to her former, svelte figure. It would be nice to run again instead of waddle.

A tentative voice rang out from outside the den. Asla, sprawled on a pile of furs, turned her attention to the doorway just as her younger sister entered. The shock on Briar's face brought a frown to Asla's own maw. It wasn't like she'd blown up overnight. It showed just how absent the antlered girl had been as of late. Finally, Briar grinned and congratulated her. Aslatiel rolled her swirling purple eyes but a smirk spread over her lips. "Thanks," she said drily.

With a pull of her skull, she motioned Briar into the spacious den. "So where have you been? Hallows still?" It was no secret that the young girl had been spending a lot of time in The Hallows. Asla chalked it up to having gone there when she was afraid of Sirius. Now perhaps she was going because she enjoyed it more there. Brows lifted as she waited for Briar to tell her why she was visiting.

"Aslatiel"

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