Like mother like son

Arcturus grumbled a little as she mothered him, but she knew that he didn't mean it. He was such a sweet, loving boy. She absolutely adored him. Aslatiel couldn't have created better children if she had been able to craft them herself. Her darling boy was sheer perfection and he would grow up knowing it.

As Arc thought about what he wanted to do next, a deep yawn pulled from him. Whatever plans he may have had went out the window as the boy realized that he was tired. He suggested a nap and Asla chuckled. "Of course. The mighty hunter has earned a nap." Asla repositioned, pulling the golden child against her chest. She nuzzled one grey ear and licked the top of his head once more. The cream and grey fae would stay curled around her child, allowing him the sleep that he needed. Only when he woke and felt rested would they make their trek back to the Armada.

"Aslatiel"