Lazy bones

While he waited for Ignita to wake, he leaned a little forward. Something had caught his attention, and he found himself squinting at the charcoal markings on leather. He ignored everything else, focusing on one in particular. Was that his kid, Spider? Except stylised as the insect. He leaned a little further, a scowl forming. Whether her interest was academical or romantic, she had no right to be thinking of the Prince.

He gave Ignita a small kick. “Morning starts early in the Armada. On your paws.” he ordered her, voice gruff. The sight of those drawings had knocked any patience out of him. He was ready to put her to work for the good of the Armada. “Have you finished cataloguing the supplies?”


"Basilisk"