Wounds So Fresh

Both she and Indigo had mingled for a time, then his attention was pulled away by a woman who claimed that her mother knew him. Asla excused herself and slipped from the castle, needing a bit of fresh air and a moment away from the massive crowd that had come to wish her sister and Artorias well. So many wolves had shown up for both the wedding and the tournament. It was quite the show. She was happy for her sister and was enjoying the time spent with her, but already she was wishing that she was on her way back to Elysium where things were much more quiet.

Evening was falling and the sky was awash in pink, gold and orange. The closer that the sun drifted to the horizon, the more the colors shifted to purple. Asla had moved around the side of the castle and was looking out over the sea. The salty breeze that had kept them cool during the ceremony was still doing its thing and it ruffled the fae's fawn and grey coat. The woman's galactic eyes closed and she breathed deeply of the briny air. It really had turned out to be a perfect day for Briar.

The sound of paws swishing through the grass brought the woman's head turning ever so slightly. Asla's gaze landed on none other than Mojito, former lover and father to her child. There were still some uneasy feelings between them, she knew, but the woman was in a very calm, serene mood, so perhaps now was the time to talk it out. "Hey, Mo," she spoke softly, then patted the grass beside her with one paw, asking him to come and sit.
"Aslatiel"