I'm Taking This

After speaking with Mojito, Aslatiel had wasted no time in making her way to the Armada. At the border she sat and called for her father specifically. Azure most likely still hated her and that was fine. There was little time in the fae's life for silly grudges. The once wild little girl had grown up into a moderately well composed woman. Sure, she wasn't exactly a practitioner of traditional values, but... no one was perfect.

Since she was here to either ask for or challenge for the freedom of another, Aslatiel remained at the border so that everything would be neat and official. The day was warm but the Col was nice and cool. The blonde fae seated herself beside one of the many rocks scattering the landscape and waited for the imposing form of her father to come into view. She wondered how he would take her request.

"Asla Indarra"