round here the sky's a little closer a little closer to the ground
Aslan had been waiting for the right time to speak to his dad. To be honest he knew full well there was no reason to delay it and the few days he had perhaps were simply still in hopes of the news settling within his mind a little more. Something told the chocolate coloured boy though that he wouldn't quite get used to the idea of new siblings until they had arrived in this world and he could actually meet them.
Now he had other things he wanted to ask his dad about anyway, it wasn't just family but pack things too that now filled his mind. Eventually he would suck up the courage to call him, settling himself down upon the ground, watching the calming repetitive roll of the waves as they swept in and back out.
it's hard for someone to get lost here harder still to get found
