Chill of the dark

He'll hold her to her declaration. There was a comfort in being... owned. Cared for, relied on, protected, possessed. She had a place here in the Armada. A nagging thought tapped her on the shoulder and wondered briefly about Spider, but she waved it away in her mind for now. Surely there was no cause for concern or trouble for Spider.

She nodded as he assured her of his loyalty to Hazel. Bas was a rare man, his devotion to his family ran deeper than the rich veins of silver and iron in the mountains around them.
"Good, I don't ever want to come in between you two." Not when her promises revolved around him. She was soothed, for now, the lingering fear of losing him still nagged her behind the ears, but there was nothing to be done with it.

She sighed and laid her head against him again. "I think there's a draft in my den. I'll have to figure it out tomorrow. Wylan is giving me a coat of warm tiger skin. I'll show you the pin I carved for it and I can... the forge... make more..." She drifted slowly off to sleep again. His fur was so warm and the smell of him was soothing.

"Ignita"