what the f

Akira · May 26, 2019, 09:10 PM

It is already too late to swim when the water reaches your lips.

She listened, despite him not introducing himself. Her scrutiny was soft, yet it was remarkable strict. He was clearly needing to know he could rely on her. But something as important as children was not to be passed as a simply yes or no. "I do not know of you or your mate." It was obvious. Akira did not even know if he was an ally or a for- whether he had supported Firefly, or potentially sought freedom from under the arrogant male. "What is your name? And what is hers?" She did not think it was hard to pass off names- she would need to know who to call upon should the father need to be summoned for defense. He wouldn't simply exist, would he? To just take up space and resources without hesitancy? But truly would it matter? Would he abide? Or once his spawn came to be, would he allow betrayal to come. Anythig could be brought, and while she could handle her own, she could not allow paranoia to plague her. She would have to be firm, but considerate.

Akira would expect her wards to want her too know them, to be close to them, to treat them with kindness. Yet everyone here felt alone, devoid of connection with even what happened upon this bay, these cliffs. She felt no empathy for them- and that was not what an Empress was expected to become. So her attempt to bridge the gap was to know of them. Everyone would begin on the right paw.

Not all birds have been taught to fly. Some simply fall until they either learn, or perish.