Pack Your Bags

Aliana, quiet as ever, sat silently while the rest of the women gathered, including one she did not recognize. Once they had all assembled and Siren taken her place beside Chimera, the brute began, explaining the reason for summoning them. They were to leave the island, to strike out on their own and build something for Chimera's children. Children. Plural. That put a rest to any doubts that he'd impregnated his sister as well. It didn't surprise her; the two siblings were abnormally close, and Chimera treated Siren far better than anyone else, and now it was obvious why. He named their destination: an island to the south, then told them to prepare to leave in two weeks' time.

With all the information given, Ali furrowed her brow. That would put them into early winter. Traveling with a newborn pup and a heavily pregnant fae by then would not be easy, nor wise. Sure, there was the possibility that the weather would remain fair for their voyage, but trying to set up an entirely new home before the snows came sounded... risky. It was not her place to question or challenge Chimera's word though, so Aliana remained silent, saying nothing as she had not been addressed. Some habits died hard, and freedom would likely always be a strange taste in her mouth.

She had much to do now. Her herbs would have to be harvested early, the supplies packed, and her beehive... Oh, she'd never get to see if flourish. That disappointed her more than she expected, but it was what it was. She waited quietly for the others to speak their minds or for Chimera to dismiss them so she could return to the mountain of work she'd suddenly found.

"Aliana"