Ailill
They easily settled into the rhythm of living together, and all too soon, winter came around again. With it came Aura's birthday, and snows deep enough to block the doors, sealing them inside.
Sprawled as normal in front of the fire, Åska curled by his side, Ailill stared into the flickering flames, almost in a trance. Kuraĝon was in a chair nearby, Vakt lying securely on her feet, and Aura was curled in a huddle with Hunaja, almost mimicking his position in front of the fire.
A movement from Aura brought him back to the present, and he looked over at her, a sense of anticipation settling over him.
"What is it, Stjärna?" he asked softly. Kuraĝon shifted in her seat, unable to move much for the beastkin on her feet, but she was paying attention.
Aura looked a little uncomfortable, and twined the fingers of one hand in Hunaja's honey coloured fur.
I like it here, she signed with one hand slowly. She looked at him, swallowing as if in fear. I want to stay here. Please.
Kuraĝon answered, with affection clear in her voice for the first time. "Of course you can, honey. This is home, isn't it?"
The girl nodded. "Home," she whispered.
Pride filled him, and he smiled.
Beside him, Kuraĝon burst into tears.

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