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Alexey had meant to visit her Italian friend for a little while now. Between caring for the Lillium’s children and spending time with her mate, it had been nearly impossible for her to leave the pack lands. Ever since Kol had nearly gotten killed by that puppy-eating psychopath; Drey often made sure that no one left Dahlia de Mai alone, especially not Lexey. But today was a beautiful day, she did not feel like sitting around and doing nothing. Conor was bored out of his mind too, though he generally wasn’t one to complain. He didn’t need to. The Koios girl could see it in his eyes.
They were nearly inseparable; their bond went beyond her duties as a caregiver. She genuinely cared for Conor, and feelings of unconditional love were shared between the two of them. Alexey wasn’t his mother, of course. But she considered the child to be part of her family nonetheless. Drey often complained about the time she spent with the sub-leader’s children, foolish jealousy coming from a grown man. Still, the Caregiver found it unbelievably cute.
Glancing down at her protégé, Lexey allowed a smile to spread on her lips. He was a tough little guy. At first, she’d thought the distance between Dahlia de Mai and Crimson Dreams would’ve been too much for his little legs. But not anymore. He was doing a splendid job at keeping up. They were nearing the borders now. The Vitis only hoped that Savina would be there, or else their little trip would’ve been in vain. They could always go see Haven if she wasn’t available.
“Now Conor, you be polite and say hello when we get there,” she warned, combing his unruly hair by licking the top of his head. Alexey halted at the borders and lifted her maw to the sky, letting out a howl meant for the Lieutenant General or her nephew. And soon enough, their call was answered by the black fae herself. “Come, come!” she said, giving her little prince a gentle push with the tip of her nose.
The mansion was easy to find; Savina’s howl had been detailed enough. Before long, the Dahlians were inside the manor and in front of the room where the new mother had taken up residence. “Savina?” she said softly, before poking her head through the doorway.
Alexey had meant to visit her Italian friend for a little while now. Between caring for the Lillium’s children and spending time with her mate, it had been nearly impossible for her to leave the pack lands. Ever since Kol had nearly gotten killed by that puppy-eating psychopath; Drey often made sure that no one left Dahlia de Mai alone, especially not Lexey. But today was a beautiful day, she did not feel like sitting around and doing nothing. Conor was bored out of his mind too, though he generally wasn’t one to complain. He didn’t need to. The Koios girl could see it in his eyes.
They were nearly inseparable; their bond went beyond her duties as a caregiver. She genuinely cared for Conor, and feelings of unconditional love were shared between the two of them. Alexey wasn’t his mother, of course. But she considered the child to be part of her family nonetheless. Drey often complained about the time she spent with the sub-leader’s children, foolish jealousy coming from a grown man. Still, the Caregiver found it unbelievably cute.
Glancing down at her protégé, Lexey allowed a smile to spread on her lips. He was a tough little guy. At first, she’d thought the distance between Dahlia de Mai and Crimson Dreams would’ve been too much for his little legs. But not anymore. He was doing a splendid job at keeping up. They were nearing the borders now. The Vitis only hoped that Savina would be there, or else their little trip would’ve been in vain. They could always go see Haven if she wasn’t available.
“Now Conor, you be polite and say hello when we get there,” she warned, combing his unruly hair by licking the top of his head. Alexey halted at the borders and lifted her maw to the sky, letting out a howl meant for the Lieutenant General or her nephew. And soon enough, their call was answered by the black fae herself. “Come, come!” she said, giving her little prince a gentle push with the tip of her nose.
The mansion was easy to find; Savina’s howl had been detailed enough. Before long, the Dahlians were inside the manor and in front of the room where the new mother had taken up residence. “Savina?” she said softly, before poking her head through the doorway.