smile darling, don't be sad ✧ traveler

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LAEGLIN NIAZAI LINGRÉ

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[div style="background-color:#BG COLOR;width:90%; overflow: stretch;text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;"] A warm smile reserved for her alone showed itself on his maw, "Dont be pushing yourself too hard, or giving yourself too hard of a time, Ares. You've still got a lot to learn in life, and you've got the people around you to teach you how to do so.", he knew the blame that the young placed on themselves for things they could not control, hell, he still carried the internal blame and shame for his first sister's death. If he'd been stronger then, he could have prevented her murder and avoided his own disaster.

Shaking his head to rid the unwelcome thoughts, he smiled to her. She didn't need to thank him, it was merely a thing he had in his mind, that wouldn't let him rest. Little did she know of the surprise waiting within the fur wrapping, a gift he considered precious, if only for the tradition of his family. He did not think that he would ever come to have children of his own, that his bloodline would die with him. He did not wish to pass the mantle down to Ares, not of a family she knew little of. But he could carry out this small tradition, his own belonging of his father's scale lost to time and sea.

The scale itself was not the hereditary gift, but the delicately wrapped dagger alongside the scale. It was a delicate dagger, one he'd commissioned when he had been a child himself, when he'd though to himself in the fantasies of raising a family. "Open the fur when I've taken my leave.", he instructed, "And know that when you need them most, the stars will appear in the daytime, not even the sun can outshine them", ironic that the insignia borne upon the dagger and it's sheath was none but the sun - a star in it's own merit though the star that gave their world life. That star alone his grandfather held as a facet of his power, an ancient dying god he hadn't seen but had heard tales of in childish wonder. Should their sun ever fail, the god of stars was there to help guide the lost.

Standing before the group, he would bow his head and turn to take his leave, grinning back at Ares, "Worry not, I have the stars to guide my paws. I'll be safe, as long as you can stay safe here with your family.", gentle and soft the grin as he turned away, departing onto his travels once more with a swish of his tails.

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[W]isker