Bridges are so burnable

Today had been a good day. With the fish that she and Arc had trapped, Asla had been able to wheel and deal a bit with some passing traders. They went away with a bunch of slimy fish and she came away with a few nice bottles of wine. There were still quite a few fish left over for the others to eat since there were fewer mouths to feed. With Ocean and Chrystelle deciding to leave the group and explore their newfound freedom, and Indigo's friends leaving to do the same, the amount of hunting had been cut in half.

Coming back with the tied bottles slung over her shoulders, Aslatiel came face to face with Mojito. He'd been like a wraith since joining the group. He avoided her and she avoided him simply because it seemed as thought that was what he wanted. He was here for their daughter, after all. Not for her. It was a pity, really. She still had feelings for the flop eared man. Most likely, she always would.

He was staring intently at her, so... perhaps he wanted something? Rather than avoid him, the cream and grey fae continued right on ahead, coming to a stop before the pale man."Hello, Mojito. Fine evening, isn't it?" It hadn't rained today or the day before. The sun had been out. The birds were singing. Everyone and everything was happy, except him, it seemed.

"Aslatiel Indarra"