Teeny tiny blacksmith

Likewise, Satira spent most of her time hanging around with her big brother when she wasn't spending time with her father. Her lessons with Mojito were paying off, and the little girl was already beginning to recognize some of the common herbs found around Armada lands and knew how to apply them. But her biggest focus was her brother. Arcturus had been sent into such a tailspin since Naiche's death, and Tira wanted to be there for Arc whenever he needed her. She couldn't imagine losing her family the way he had. That, coupled with the darkness of the world, made things feel really... well, sucky.

Satira had been busy occupying herself with mental trivia with some herbs she'd found growing just outside the den, making sure she could name them and state their effects and uses when Sirius' call for them rang out. Tiny floppy ears sprung up alert, and she very quickly lost her interest in her flash card game. Any time she got to spend with Grandpa Seer was a good day in her books! Following Arc's lead with a playful giggle, the pair of siblings made the short walk to the Armada's meeting area, spotting a large fire roaring in a pit to keep the darkness away. Their grandfather's hulking form stood silhouetted by the flames, and despite how intimidating it made him look, Tira went bounding up to him all the same, practically throwing herself into his larger feet.

"Hiiiii Grandpa!" she sang while she went to nuzzle his ankle, turning sparkling blue eyes up to him with the biggest, sweetest smile on her little face. "You called for us? Are we gonna be doing something fun?"

"Satira Fatalis"