Rattlesnake Girl

The flood that seemed to have struck steered clear of Asla and her children. Her den was situated atop one of the hills of rolling grass and was completely untouched. Both she and the pups had slept through the whole thing. It was a good thing, too. The woman didn't have the time to screw with rebuilding.

In lieu of the recent flooding, Asla had gone to check on Ocean and Chrystelle. They were fine in the little den in the forest. No damage there either. Asla didn't like running back and forth between the Soulless Forest and the Armada, but she had made an agreement with her father. Spring couldn't come quick enough.

Passing one of the many dens that had been washed out, Asla noticed one of her siblings with a snake jostling around in its jaws. Remembering her recent encounter with Ophie, Asla decided to make an effort. Stopping, the cream and grey fae arched the brow on the scarred side of her face. "You know those actually taste rather good if prepared right. Want me to show you?"

"Aslatiel"