ties that bind

Dread, was the boys name. Her brother, yet he was younger than her own offspring. The boy seemed a little sheepish with his request and, as he drew closer, Asla gave him yet another smile and reached out to give his striped cheek a little nuzzle. "You never even have to ask, Dread. You're always welcome here. Any time, day or night. You show up and you'll be home, okay?"

Aslatiel knew what it was like to be without a mother. Zee hadn't exactly been a permanent fixture in her life and now she was gone completely. That didn't mean that she hadn't loved her mother, she just didn't have the connection with her that say... Asla had with Satira. She imagined it felt kind of the same for Dread and so she would make the boy feel wanted and welcome if she could, because he was.

"Come with me," the fae gave a pull of her head. She led the young man through Valta territory and towards a rise that looked out over the rapids. Asla liked this spot, and so she had some nice, thick furs and cushions situated beneath a protective stone awning. The blonde and grey woman lay on one of the cushions, bunching it up against her chest between her forelegs. "How are you, Dread? How are the rest of our siblings?" A decent enough way to start a conversation.

"Aslatiel Indarra"