Hideaway Strath A not so secret I need to tell you

Arlette almost jumped up when Derg said that he didn't believe her. But then she saw the look in his eyes and playfully glared at him. "My knowledge comes straight from the source," she spoke proudly. "Go ask Nyra," she added. It was funny to see the looks on Derg's face. She was familiar with them now, that she could read them. She quirked up her lips into a grin. "I also don't know, I didn't get that much detail," she just commented. She could just tell he was thinking about that.

She was unaware of Derg trying to listen or feel them. It was too soon for that, she hadn't felt anything like before though. Her smile faded a bit when Derg spoke of Kynareth wanting their pups to be warriors. She thought about it, since this wasn't something she had thought about before. "Well, It is not so much that I don't want it... I'd rather have my children decide what they want to do. I wouldn't want one that is perhaps... more like me... to be forced to fight," she admitted and looked at Derg. Derg knew she wasn't weak. First she felt weak and defense less, but she had survived, survived her wounds, survived her family. She was strong, strong in a different way. She knew that now.

"They won't join any war before they are past the age of one and half." She commented. Plus she would demand proper training before they would get into any of that shenanigans.