Cold North Winds

It seemed like activity had pretty much exploded around them. From the moment she'd told Mortis they were expecting, from the moment he'd proposed, it was like a million things had exploded into action. They'd set about childproofing the den, moving all of the potentially dangerous healing supplies into different places around the Armada. Halo found herself worrying about how things were organized, and did her best to keep up with all of the sorting. There were so many things, it was a wonder they'd all fit in the first place. A large section of shelving had to come down as well, each piece carefully tucked away for the time being. Bas and Hazel had been such a big help, too, able to help where the pair needed.

The Warlord's call filled the air, and Halo found herself... worried. Hell, she was still anxious that he was upset with her. That would be another concern for another day, and Mort's closeness was a comfort. Feeling the softness of his face near hers... she's grateful for it. Glad for it. His wing draped over her, Halo feels like nothing can go wrong. This is her safe place, after all. Sticking close to Mortis's side, they arrive at the meeting, looking carefully upon the Warlord. Curiously, it seemed that he was alone at their helm. Azure's absence hadn't gone unnoticed, but to call a meeting without him seemed odd to her. Halo tucked close to Mort's side, self conscious, waiting.

"Halo" & "Mortis"