sand dollars || lotor x allura

II. The Willabeccs

"The Western Willabecc are an extremely sophisticated society living under the desert of the planet Xras." Pidge recites, adjusting her glasses.

"Under?" Lance echoed, looking slightly confused.

"Yes, Lance, UNDER." Pidge replied then streamed into another sentence of explanation. "They are a diplomatic race while the Eastern Willabecc live on top of plains on a recluse environment near the ocean. A feud has ruled both sides of them for a millennia, the Eastern culture and development have strayed from what the Western Willabecc."

"Ocean?" Lance interrupted again, his voice raising in excitement as a smile worked itself out over his face.

"Lance!" That was Shiro. Lance, getting the message, sulked quietly.

"Anyways. Voltron's mission is to go down to the Southern Willabecc and try to work out their feud with the Western Willabecc while also figuring out why the Galra are there."

"I nominate Lotor and myself." Allura announced. "I could help the Willabecc, and Lotor the Galra."

"No, absolutely not!" The original blue paladin interjected. Lotor crossed his arms and scowled.

"You no longer have a choice, Lance. Allura and I are going." Lotor replied, glancing over at the princess. She tried to hide a tiny smile.

"Yeah, I think that could work." Hunk said in the awkward silence.

"I'll get the Blue Lion ready." Allura slipped away down the corridor and let her emotions run clearly across her face as she headed for her hangar.

Lotor was so difficult to read. One minute he was lighthearted and the next scowling and angry. She admitted, it was easier to hate him when he was her enemy. But now...

No. She couldn't. "Hey Blue," She greeted the lion as it sat back facing her in its bay. Once she was inside, Allura sat down on the chair. Lotor came into the bay, he carried two bags with him. By the time he was next to her, he was heaving.

"I thought you might be needing a bag of clothes." He answered her unspoken question. "So I brought one for you." Her heart melted, and a watery smiled took up residence on her face.

"Thank you, Lotor. Are you ready to go?"

"Anytime you are."