Only Dead Fish Swim With The Stream

Asla had left Tira with Ocean, Chrystelle and the band and had taken Arcturus out for a bit of one on one time. The boy had been sullen since the death of his father and who could blame him? Aslatiel hadn't exactly been a ray of sunshine herself, but she tried for her children. The death of Naiche ate at her and she could still taste his blood on her tongue in her dreams. Both she and Arc needed a pick me up, so she packed a few supplies into a satchel and bid the boy to follow.

Away from the Gulley they went, winding their way down to a big river that was joined by many others, all of which ran out into the sea. Nearing the water's edge, Asla shrugged out of the pack and padded in up to her ankles to wet her tongue. Water droplets clung to her chin and whiskers as she turned to the boy with a grin. "Let's do some fishing, shall we?" The fae's galactic gaze twinkled and her eyes crinkled at the corners. She would try to lighten the boys spirits if she could. If not, perhaps they could just have a long talk and she could try to ease his mind.

"Aslatiel Indarra"