Prodigal
Sarka cried quietly upon her approach but drew back when requested to speak. Azalea couldn't help but feel a touch of disappointing to find her only daughter still so timid. Roman's appearance was a god send to the child. "Bah! Are you implying that I'm fat?" Roman would reply to Azalea's question and she would grin like a cheshire cat at her Armada friend, "As a planet." Her words were clearly in jest but she still took a jostling step back to avoid any fanged backlash.
"While my King is quite capable of tending to the borders, I thought it best to drag my fat ass out here when I heard your call. Figures you'd hurt yourself and need a friendly face." Azalea's body vibrated with her quiet laughter.
Azalea told her tale of what had happened and could see the amusement in Roman's face. Perhaps, she thought, next time she told the story she would beef it up some. "Did the hare get away?" First there was a look of confusion, then her ears flattened giving Roman an unamused look before a smirk wormed its way onto her face. "Clearly that's what you're intended to be concerned about."
As she wobbled on her feet Roman watched her closely, giving her a bit of a stink eye as she knew as well as Aza did that she did need a healer. Turning the conversation topic away from her proved a good distraction. Her question drew an answer from Sarka, who spoke her bit quietly before growing quiet once more, shrinking back as she did. "Brothers are with Sarak, Kismet and Soren I don't know." Azalea would smile kindly at her dainty daughter.
It was good to know that Raziel and Azael were with their father, and that their father was assumed well. Azalea teetered over to Sarka, leaning in to press the end of her muzzle into her child's forehead. She would close her eyes, breathing in and sighing slowly before she pulled back shortly. "Oh, how I did miss you, my girl." She would say quietly, eyes on Sarka's.
Roman spoke then, "I've never met Kismet- but I've not ran into Soren either." Azalea forgot that the Armada hadn't met the large part of her near and dear family. "I ran into Surreal in the West, in the willows. I believe Sarak was a Vahallan? Surreal may know where he is?" She would nod.
Her look became a bit troubled, stepping away from her daughter to speak directly to Roman. "I, The word drew out, "Don't know if I will be staying with Regium... if you would have me, anyway. Can I ask a favor, though? A messenger sent to the willows to tell my blood and extended family that i live." |