Whistful

Silently, she waited. At some point, Sirius would speak what was on his mind. Isa simply had to be patient. Waiting wasn’t something that bothered her. In fact, she was really good at it. So she lay there silently until Sirius settled beside her, one big forearm draping over her. A little smile formed and soon the waiting was over.

Sirius spoke of his age and the youth waiting to take his place. Isa didn’t think that anyone could replace the Warlord. She did understand what he was getting at, however. Neither of them were exactly young and they weren’t getting any younger. Preparations needed to be made for the pack that Sirius had put so much of himself into. Isa could completely understand the melancholy. If only Sirius could live and rule forever, but this wasn’t the case.

Her opinion was asked and Isa remained silent for a moment, deep in thought. In time, she spoke. “It would be better to hand things over to the next generation while you’re still here to ease them into the role. You’ll be their guide until the end.” The fae smiled softly up at her mate, her love.“And I’ll be here with you.”

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