Honeyed Pasture nightking

Piper listened as Lionel talked about where he’d come from. It seemed that the sea was a regular mistress in his life, but the wildfire knew that not many things could compete with the grand blue expanse. She offered a sidelong smirk at the comment about his father wanting him to be a badass, finding that sentiment to be humorous. All that talk of family and she was starting to miss her own.
 
“Your dad sounds like a real keeper, I’ll tell ya what,” she remarked flippantly and then offered the stag a sultry wink – or as close to sultry as the young girl could manage. She wasn’t keen on flirting.
 
“Say, hold up a second there stretch. Does that mean you’re gonna fling your own pups into the ocean when it comes their time? You wanna carry that on?”
 
When Piper looked at him, it was surprisingly without judgment. She did not see how it was her place to tell this strapping young man what he should do with the children he created. After all, she hadn’t ever been tossed into the depths of the sea and she’d endured her fair share of cruelty in her short years. Perhaps the waters made them stronger.