Lets call it educational

Absinthe’s appearance and Art’s interest in learning about slavery coincided in his thoughts, until he couldn’t shake them. The boy had thanked him for revealing that side of life. He was eager to learn and understand everything. He would never truly do so until he saw it all for himself.

As dawn rose, the Warlord made his way down to the beach. A chill breeze drifting in from the ocean, bringing with it the scent of salt and fish. In the distance, he could see a seagull dive to the surface and lift free a morsel. Turning his attention to the barracks, he knocked on the door. “Rise and shine Art! I have a plan laid out for the day” he called in to the blue wolf.


"Sirius Fatalis"