Cutting away the family tree

Mojito was keeping himself busy, it felt like the days after he'd confessed to Asla, except now there was a wall between them. His avoiding her was mutual now and it somehow hurt more. He felt lonely, surrounded by wolves yes but none of them had ever seemed to show him much mind, aside from the warlord but he wasn't really sure he could consider the man a friend so much as someone he looked up to. He didn't really have anyone to talk to but Hoa and the sheep wasn't exactly a strong conversationalist. Not that he didn't care for his friend, simply that Hoa was a very practical sheep and didn't really feel the need to indulge in conversations about much but their work. So yeah he was pretty alone, as much as he wanted to spend much of his time wasting time with his daughter some part of him was afraid she'd become aware of the rift between her parents, and even if she didn't he knew he couldn't claim all of her time. For all he was struggling with his feelings for Asla he wasn't about to try and poison the well. Their daughter deserved better than that.

Mojito sighed, his mind much too occupied to keep on task and so instead he'd decided he was done for the day, standing on the shore, the saltwater swirling around his legs. He idly wondered where his parents and siblings had gone, some part of him wanted a chance to introduce his daughter to them... He wondered if he would feel less alone then, he'd never regretted choosing to join the Armada but he also couldn't help but feel he'd have saved himself a lot of heartbreak and loneliness if he'd gone with his family, wherever it was they'd gone. At least he'd feel he belonged.

"Speech!"

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