The Sentinels Time is of the essence

Blue turned back to him and smiled softly, leaning into his embrace and licking his brow. Tell me of Aria. Forgive me for being so short. I do not know the girl very well. I honestly cannot even remember if I have met her. How terrible is that?

She settled and gently preened at his neck and shoulders where she could reach without jarring his maw too much. Her mind on different things, but him being the largest chunk at the moment. She had neglected him as a wife, lover, as a fellow leader, and it smarted. Blue however couldn't help but admit deep down, that she was growing tired, not of him no, and not of their life. She was just growing more tired as she aged. She had a few years left in her sprightly form, but she would be remiss if she said that the little witches had been easy on her. When in fact it hadn't been at all. It had been harder than she cared to admit.