Wounds So Fresh

At first, Asla wasn't sure if Mojito was going to come to her. She noted the hesitation in his stance as he took a breath, considering. She couldn't blame him. They didn't exactly have the greatest track record, now did they? Eventually, the flop-eared brute came and settled down beside her. The scarred fae gave him a smile, then looked back towards the castle as he spoke. The tawny fae laughed, giving her head a light shake. "She's my sister. Anyone would look good beside her." A joke, of course, but she was just trying to lighten the mood. Mojito was always so somber.

"It's a pretty awkward affair in there." A sigh pulled from the woman and she shrugged. "I needed a breather." Her estranged family, all of them, were inside milling about. Aslatiel wasn't uncomfortable. Being uncomfortable would have meant that she felt she was in the wrong somehow. It was just awkward to pretend that so many wolves in a crowd didn't exist. Indigo was still in there with them and she was sure that he'd soon have enough just as she had.

The woman's galactic gaze lowered, looking at her paws and her voice became softer. "Satira will be grown soon." Come summer, their daughter would officially be considered an adult, though she would always be their baby girl. "I wanted to apologize for how I acted during our last conversation. I was hurt, but I wasn't fair to you." Asla lifted her galactic gaze to meet the blue eyes of the man beside her. "Can you forgive me, Mo?"

"Aslatiel"