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he’s a myth that I have to believe in
all I need to make it real is one more reason

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As he retorted the question, she thought back to her pregnancy at the moment. She smiled, chewing the meat, ”Not yet.” She looked at him briefly with the same smile. She turned the attention back on him, however, ”Shame. You would make a good father to a lucky child. Someday.” She didn’t know whether he was planning to make little heirs to his throne, but she wanted him to know that he would be well suited for the position.

Axelle fell silent as she listened to his instructions on how to cook the meat. She nodded here and there and her eyes followed where he pointed to, and she eyed the instruments well. The wooden grill seemed easy enough to find, and leaving it out in the sun - yeah, she could do that. Anathema wasn't full of thieves, and so she wasn't worried about anyone stealing her product. "Sounds easy enough." She would need to pick up these supplies in Halifax, possibly. Or maybe some camping cabin thing somewhere in the woods. She could see that being more plausible.

Axelle shoved the last bit of meat into her mouth; she needed to practice cooking this... She made a mental note of how Alder said to cook it and leave it out in the sun - that way she could attempt it one day. When she was done chewing and swallowed, she asked, ”So how long have you lived in Cour des Miracles?” She might as well remember the name as she was sitting on the territory. And she didn’t even have to sneak to get here. Awesome. There were a few times where she went 'exploring' when she first arrived here, and had to sneak into territories... She didn't do that anymore having learned the hard way of why that was not done often.


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#22
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You’ll make a good mother, too. Alder replied, not wishing to keep all of the positivity shined on him. He was certain that his words were true, watching how she cared so deeply for her horse made it obvious that she would indeed care for young as well. Alder had a general assumption that all beasts would care deeply for their offspring; to him he couldn’t imagine a creature that didn’t. Growing up in the loving environment that he had it was the only thing he understood and had experienced.


A couple years. Alder answered. He then went into detail of how he had come to the Court, how his mother had pushed from away and how at first he had thought that she had a distaste for him because of it. But it had not taken long at all for him to realize that she had known that was best for him, and if she had not given him a push from the nest he would never had been able to fly. He would not have all that he did, his ranking and job at the stables. He would never have learned to ride and met Hawthorn. His life would have been completely different.


…They spoke until the late hours of night and the early moments of dawn, laughing and sharing their pasts and hopes for the future.

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