ardent

At That Age

Satira



Aslatiel

Obscura
Champion

Master Hunter (245)

Master Fighter (245)

An icon representing the specialty Bloodletter Bloodletter

An icon representing the specialty Knight Knight

age
6 Years
gender
Female
gems
99
size
Small
build
Light
posts
1,054
player
Res

Samhain 2022Statue 1 Worship
04-17-2022, 03:16 PM

Needing some time along with just her daughter, Asla led Satira out onto a long stretch of plain that was teeming with prey animals. There were a fair number of snakes in this place as well, which was part of the reason that Asla had chosen to come here. She needed to know if Satira was still suffering from any sort of anxiety about reptiles due to the run in she'd had in her earlier days. Aside from that, it was about time for Asla to have a talk with her child about some rather adult topics.

Aslatiel chose a place along the river where two large slabs of stone were warmed by the sun. The tawny fae slid a satchel from around her neck and began unpacking a little picnic. Nothing too fancy. Some dried meats, a little jar of honeyed strawberries and a few crisp apples that she'd harried a peddler for. A gentle although slightly cool breeze blew, ruffling the golden pelts of the two ladies. Asla curled her body, resting on one hip as she plucked one of the strawberries out of the jar with a pointed stick and offered it to Satira.

"Nice day to get away from the boys for a bit, eh?" Aslatiel closed her amaranthine eyes and turned her scarred face up to the sunlight for a moment. She then began to slice up one of the apples with a little knife that she'd brought along. Both Satira and Arcturus were getting to an age where it would soon be acceptable for them to strike out on their own. Aslatiel, though an unconventional parent, didn't want them to go into the world unprepared, so she'd taken her daughter aside to discuss sex, contraceptives, and answer any questions that Satira might have.

Grey ears slid forward as Asla fixed her child with a look. "So, Tira... You're older now. Have you run into anyone... special? Anyone interesting?" Smooth opening, mom. Inwardly, Asla grimaced. It might be an awkward opening, but Asla was fully prepared to have a deep discussion with her child. She would do the same for Arc at some point unless Indigo beat her to it. Birds, bees, everything in between.

"Aslatiel Indarra"
[Image: qnvtMu8.png?1]