A Bone To Pick

The man admitted that nothing came of his discussion with Varushka because he denied the emotions. Asla made a small sound of knowing in her throat and nodded. "You know, one who is a true master of themselves doesn't fear their emotions, they embrace them." Someone had told her the same once upon a time. She couldn't remember who, but she had always remembered the lesson. "Turn what you believe to be a weakness into a strength." The small fae gave a light shrug. "Or don't. The choice is yours."

After explaining that her task for him had been a test, Khranbari questioned her. Asla huffed lightly through liver-colored nares. "To see if you could be trusted to do it even if you didn't want to." One grey-toed paw raised and Asla inspected the retractable claws that pushed from her toes. "Any high standing member of a pack is subject to doing things that they don't particularly want to do. If you decide to ask for a promotion, then this previous task won't be the last time that you'll do some undesirable task." Did he get it?

"Aslatiel Indarra"