My wife

Ignita really had gotten overwhelmed. It affected her differently than it did him. Where he got grumpier, she seemed to disassociate, and became confused at what was going on around her. He rubbed a paw gently through the fur around her forehead as she accepted her nap with some grace. “Of course not, dear one.” He agreed. There was no point arguing with her, or pointing out that it was late enough that no one would miss them.

His mind drifted as he remained there, his wife asleep on his lap until he heard the change in her breathing and the little movements. She was awake. He looked down at her, easily able to make out her form in the dark. What book would he read? He let out a soft chuckle. “Perhaps a book on fortification. Or tactics.”


"Basilisk" | "Ignita"