When will I see you again

Lia grabbed her bag and raced out into the plains. The Fatalis boy had been about to race after her, when a call from his father distracted him. He raised a paw and waved at her before taking off after the summons. Giving her a blessed moment of peace from the ‘epic’ story of fighting a not-lion with the most wicked sword-fighting wolf ever. Thank goodness for that, because despite the pups energy, she was worried about Art.

She hadn’t even known he was here, but with Briar’s birthday looming, and the secrecy Art had told Basilisk to keep, it was clear he was here for her turning of age. So, keeping clear of Briar, she found him at the barracks. Knocking on the door, she slipped inside. Finding the familiar form of the Hallowed leader. And, my, was he even bigger then she remembered? “My Lord” she said, dipping her head to him before hurrying over, placing her bag at her feet. “May I?” she asked softly, indicating her desire to grab his leg.


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