“Someday, may you hold my hand like when I first became your mother.”
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While Helios has gone away from them, the rest of the group were ordered to leave the dining hall and try to calm themselves. One by one, they stood up, left the long table, and left only the Alistairs and the Crests in the once, full of tension, long, dinner table.
The poor familiar who dozed off once again by the windows, finally woke up, eyes fluttering open as she peeked through the glass—in her eyes, the fact that they were left alone on their own are dangerous, causing for her instinct to run to her master to activate. Crashing through the window, she had her fangs out as she flew above her master, ready to strike any minute.
“Sweetheart, the storm has long passed.” calming the poor winged feline down, Q
