don't go chasing waterfalls

Indigo curled around her and a small sigh of content pulled from the small fae. She nestled more tightly against his chest, amethyst eyes closing. A little roll was given and Asla ended up on her back, paws tucked up against her own chest. She was so small in comparison to him that the woman fit perfectly between her brother's thick forelegs.

"What's wrong?" she asked softly, leaning her cheek in against his chest. Asla's eyes were still closed and she was completely comfortable. Even the cold of winter didn't touch her while in his embrace. Something was bothering him, but she didn't know what it was quite yet. Hopefully he wouldn't try to brush it off and would tell her true. She knew that he didn't like to worry her, however.

"Aslatiel Indarra"