Mumma please

Ignita hadn't wanted to change the subject but she knew her mind needed time to work all the angles. Distracting her thoughts with something else usually resulted in better results on the actual problem later. Her eyes glistened as she watched him pause and consider her. His relenting and smooth shift into his lap let her heave out a sigh. She closed her eyes a moment to the gentle motions behind her ears. Still trying to keep her heart from breaking and staunch the flow of tears any time she got to breathe.

She hummed with agreement. The children would be a year in the spring. Citadel and Iska were only nigh on the cusp of nine months. Her children would be old enough to participate in raids. How could this world be so harsh, indifferent, and volatile? Did it have to be? She never had the chance to study how others work. She had always been too focused on learning practically anything and everything else.

"Bas?" She asked quietly, her eyes softly opening and looking up through her blonde lashes, "Why was demoting him to slave the wrong move?" Their pack had slaves. The pack was built by slaves. They were encouraged to work their way out of slavery. She had been a slave herself. Was she missing something?

"Basilisk" | "Ignita"