Altar of Twilight hey, mama, how's it going?

she sucked in a breath, closing her eyes for a moment before finding the courage to speak. her body ran hot, and she held back the shivers that threatened to give her nerves away. "i don't like sharing," she said quietly, eyes opening and staring forward, though she wasn't brave enough to find his gaze. she shook her head. "your father told me that i could bare children for the pack-- which is an honor and a blessing and i've always wanted my own family. i didn't know who the father would be but when Rowan told me she was expecting i felt robbed," she explained, failing to mention that Lasher would have most definitely been the father. "it was selfish and stupid and i know that... but... that was my decision at the time," she said, her ears finding themselves back on her crown. "and that was the beginning of my rule-- when it still felt like home. things changed."

"Deirdre was fine," was all she responded with, though she agreed that the child was out of line on more than one occasion. she prayed the pack was fine now, though it'd been a few months since she'd left and they hadn't returned to check on Donnelaith.

Casmir asked another question, and Aria sucked in another breath. she shrugged, it was all she had to offer. "i don't know where else i'd go," she said quietly, "all i have is here."