4/25/2025, 7:44 PM
As effortless as a breeze, Astrid was suddenly there. Another of the children who so obviously shared Sverke's blood; she piped up with all the arrogance Sverke usually claimed for himself, and she sided with him.
As if he needed help. As if he needed her help. Sverke shifted his attention to Astrid, narrowing cold amber and ice at her with a sneer beginning to scrawl across his features. All she'd truly done by arriving was give him better ammunition.
You can't come, you'd only get yourself killed. All your family's good for is disappearing.Sverke snarled. His tail curled over his haunches, before Lilja's snowy white frame materialized and her delicate voice rang through the air, bell-like and tolling with alarm.
Shame washed over Sverke. He'd always been a momma's boy, but Lilja had been one of his caretakers ever since he could remember.
I...He floundered for a moment, searching for a way to explain. What had he been doing, anyway? Besides, of course, lashing out in the hopes of distracting himself from wondering if his father was dead.
What if they need help, Lilja? As and me, we'd be fine out there.
