"It will get easier with time and practice, just a any weapon is harder at first" Logan said gently then he took a seat, looking to the door. He was worried for Hunter, though he knew the old male could take care of himself.
"Perhaps, I just don't know that I have much time. You worry for the other male?" She asked curiously seeing how he looked towards the door.
Pandora chuckled softly as she walked around to enjoy the freedom of movement. "We are sisters. We don't always get along, but we always love each other. I'm strong because I have to be. Because they need me to be. That is why Pandora is my name. " She said with conviction.
"He is pack and elder, I worry but I also know he can take care of himself." Logan said then chuckled at himself. "I know, contradictory, but that worry is still there."
Kali nodded and sat down again, rubbing her eyes then letting her hands tail into her hair. "If I had any training with that new form, I might be able to do something." She said with annoyance at herself.
Asclepius sat down on the black sand beach, looking out over the ocean. He sighed heavily. "Do you think she's going to be ok? I know she's just mad because she feels so trapped, and lost. I feel so bad for all she has gone through, but I don't think I can take on her anger. She's right, I didn't take on another mate. I've only had one. In all this time, I've only sired one brood, and I don't know where any of them are now. Probably dead, the way things are going. It's just that I want to help her, and I don't know how. I am like this great force of nature. I'm strong, and fierce, but put up a wall, and I bash myself against it repeatedly. Why are females so complicated in their emotions? Why should I even bother with any of this?" He looked imploringly at Xatia. She looked so delicate sitting on his shoulder, her wings refracting the light and scattering rainbows across his neck and shoulder. She smelled nice.
Phoebe didn't respond. She looked down at her eggs, gently nuzzling one over to sit just right. She thought she would feel better yelling at someone. She didn't really feel better, although it felt good to hurt him. She wanted to stop hurting inside. She felt scared and alone. If he couldn't take a little ribbing, she didn't need him either. "Sometimes life isn't always nice," Phoebe mumbled.
"That is true" Fay said, coming over to her to touch her side, away from the eggs. "But hurting others does not heal the hurt you feel. That has been tried, over and over again. The only way to stop that hurt is to come to term with it, though that has had so many different forms. Do you want me to stay here with you? For some, talking things out has helped."
