We Make The Rules

It did seem the more they spent together, the more Fia was willing to let things fall naturally. Maybe it was Albion's current, or perhaps more accurate, prior relation to Elysium and her sister that made her want to appease him so easily. A little playful chit chat, but she didn't want to push the banter into harsher territory. She could have wanted the game but this, well maybe this wasn't quite that. She was just too blind to think any other way.

Just for a few seconds her gleeful grin faded as he mentioned coming to look her his mother. "Oh." She felt heartened to the subject because, easy enough, "I'd be the same way." The way their blood and families ran was so similar, even closer to the idea of Albion and his siblings and Fia with hers. But had Manea disappeared well, Alastor would probably die trying to find her. It seemed Albion would be the one in this case. Though Fia would be pretty determined to see her mother again in the least.

"I suppose..." She went to lighten the mood again a bit, the same soft paw raising up his shoulder as she lifted herself off the ground a little as well, her chest now leaning into his shoulder as she whispered in his ear. "You'd enjoy my company on your journey too?" He didn't seem to want to avoid her advances, but she didn't want to step too far over the edge if he was down about his mother with it being brought up. "It seems we're alone on the beach. Sorry I don't have any wine to celebrate this time."

"Fiametta"