A quiet morning

The Warlord frowned thoughtfully at that. Surprised that Azure would send off any of his children - hadn’t he said once that he believed no one else would be worthy of training Armada wolves? Or something to that effect. The Warlord found it interesting that he would change his tune now. Otherwise, he had no objection to sending a child to Abaven. They had been Armadas allies for a long time now. “I’d be interested to hear their teaching styles” he commented.

At Azure’s laugh, Sirius glanced at the boy, and gave a soft sigh. “I’m waiting for him to get over his infatuation.” He said, showing he wasn’t completely oblivious.


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