“Will keep us both warm,” she playfully corrected with a grin. Pagan, she felt, was a good role-model to her sons. Though they were not of his blood he treated them like family, just as he treated her like family. Abigail had never had a brother before, but she imagined the way she felt about the Inlet’s lead was much in the way she would if she’d had one. She appreciated him, enjoyed his company, but there were never any physical longings or stirrings that were anything other than platonic. It didn’t mean she appreciated him any less.
A dark ear flicked atop her poll as he mentioned Braylen. As always when thinking of Braylen, her smile turned sweet. “Atlantis was where we came from,” she said, though likely Pagan knew that. “I actually was the one who found Braylen first, when I first came to the islands. I...” She hadn’t told anyone what had brought her to the islands. She had never confessed, even after all this time, the nightmares which had drove her here. “I was wandering, looking for a place like my birth home. I grew up in the shore side jungle, just like Atlantis is. I didn’t even stop on Crossing or anywhere else, just found the beaches of Atlantis and Braylen shortly after. Have you ever visited the island?” She queried with curiosity, wondering if it was only the cold tundra that Pagan knew well.
“And you?” She wondered, “Have you always been a patron of the Inlet?”
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