The Life Among The Dead

It had been a hard trip on Azzurra, they had to shelter from the rains along with the cold nights. It was hard to make a temporary den big enough for them during the nights and caves were easier to manage, but it was really the luck of the draw through whatever lands they happened to come through at the time. Azzurra was still weak but growing stronger everyday, though Balthier didn't act that way. She was still a delicate flower, could shatter into pieces by the simplest touch, at least in his mind. And he was finished with losing any of the family he had left.

It was a trip they had to make though. Azzurra hadn't seen their mother since, well she had left Abaven after their birth. And Aranea needed to know what had happened with Allegro. Maybe it was a last ditch effort to make her their mother again, or maybe it was to show her how wrong and terrible they had been to them. But either way, it needed to happen. Balthier didn't know how it would go until they were there, and he faced their mother again.

He came to the borders of The Starlit Plains, pushing his head to gently bump on top of Azzurra, his paw raising to carefully brush against her back so she could relax if she needed to before he called for the Alpha. Things were much different than the last time he was here, not that he would know until he found out. But there were other, more major things that were coming his way in this meeting.

"Balthier"