It is a struggle even for me to see light in all of the darkness that Aster's news brings to my life. And so I know that it is a lot to expect of a child. She has lost so much in such a short span of time - mother, father and home in one fell swoop. I ache for her and for myself, keeping close to her for this simple comfort - that we are not completely alone in this world. My niece and nephew were the last of my family that still tread upon Moladion soil, and as their Aunt I would do whatever I could to ensure their futures were bright, to honor my brother Praetor and my friend Aithne. Though I doubted that Aster would stay in Glorall for long, I would look out for her while she was here and forever keep an ear to the ground in matters involving her and Lazarus.
When I ask her about her brother, the way she reacts makes my heart lurch as my mind jumps to the worst. Surely Lazarus had not been taken from us as well? Pale violet eyes betray me, pleading with her that this could not be true. But she speaks then, her voice trembling as she tries to explain something about the new alpha. I do not completely understand - had this been a malicious takeover? That he might be being held prisoner makes me sick to my stomach. A child held as hostage!
Aster looks up at me now with an expression that left little question about her determination. And in that moment I see Aithne glaring up at me, and I know in my heart that she will make it so, she will free her brother by whatever means necessary. Like her mother before her, Aster would not stand by while her family and pack were victimized. Though she be but young, she be mighty, I thought.