A promise to make

Ikigai was... happy. She and Deimos were closer than ever and, even though she was sad for the loss of their pups, the future seemed hopeful. While her mate was off doing patrols and working on whatever else he chose to do during the day, Iki worked on creating some pain relieving tinctures that she put in individual stone crocks that she'd purchased from a passing trader.

Pointed ears perked as a voice called out to her. Marbled eyes rose, falling upon the form of Avacyn. The den was well lit and Iki motioned the younger fae inside. "Avacyn, please come in." Taking up a swatch of soft leather, Iki wiped her paws and moved away from her work table. As she neared the purple fae, she noted the unnatural slenderness in her frame. Concern etched the pale woman's brow. "Are you alright?"

"Speech"