Paving A Road With Good Intentions

His lips twitched at the peck she snuck in. The girl did know the way to his heart. "I'm glad to hear it" he said warmly as she spoke well of her observation post. But even as she spoke, he eyed her with interest. If not the observation post, then what was she working up the courage to ask? When she got to it, his frown deepened. Would the stars really be any different down in Auster? He was ignorant enough in the stars to be uncertain of the answer.


"The last time we went to Auster…" he paused, swallowed, and tried not to let the full depths of his emotions bleed through.  He did not want to discourage her, but nor was he sure he could let her go. Even for a season, the Armada would be cold without her. She was the bubbliest and most social of the youngest litter. "It's a very long way from Armada, and you're still young yet. The stars will still be there when you're two." He told her gently.