Kintla Flatlands Manifest destiny

The offer to teach was accepted, which brought a smile to his face; the thought of having someone likened to a sister that he could speak with in his mother tongue felt like a dream. Although he knew, deep down, that it would never be the same as being surrounded by his littermates, it would be something, at the very least. A piece of his family returned to him—a piece that actually wanted to be connected to him, too.

That she understood what he meant made him feel a tad bit better about the situation—but not entirely. Knowing now where his father was, that he could meet him, presented a great temptation to the young leader. Yet, responsibility grounded him. As much as he wanted to, he couldn’t just up and leave to chase after some desire.

As she dismissed herself, the boy returned the gesture: “It was nice meeting you, too… najak.” He watched her go after that, then returned to Rusalka.