not quite flying
dread/warden/wylan
Professor
07-20-2023, 12:17 AM
It seemed to Halo that around half of her pups had some interest in fighting. That would make sense, they’d do justice to the Fatalis name in that way. She was proud of them, but she was also… worried. Very worried. It’s in her bones, the worrying. Halo has always been a worrier, and the pups only brought her to worrying more. They were so small, and she couldn’t bear the thought of anything bad happening to them. She would worry always. But there were things she could do. There were ways Halo could help them, ways she could teach them. She could help them avoid harm, even if they were fighting. Even if they were going to be fighters, Halo could arm them with as much knowledge as she could. That was her duty, her job as a mother. Resolute in her decision, she began to set things up in the little clear space outside their den. Dread had come around, as well, asking if Halo needed help with anything. It was nice to see him, actually. The boy had been distant since deciding the healer’s path wasn’t for him, but Halo had done what she could to assure the boy that she wasn’t upset. She wasn’t angry. But he was here, and she was going to rope him into helping. Halo directed Dread to sweep up a big pile of leaves. Beside it, she rolled over two logs, each around a foot tall. Together, they lay a plank of wood across it. “Where are my little loves? Who wants to try something fun?” She called softly to the pups, her eyes glimmering in the afternoon sunlight. It was best Halo not tell them it was a lesson, not right away at least. |
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