A little effort of my own, I wanted a new icon that better showed Ashala as a ballerina. So I'll be cropping this down later for a profile pic.
base is this (so credit where it's due)
What do you think?

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A little effort of my own, I wanted a new icon that better showed Ashala as a ballerina. So I'll be cropping this down later for a profile pic.
base is this (so credit where it's due)
What do you think?
[[Due to trauma, Speck can't grow any older than 30 at the oldest.]]
[[And due to life choices, he’s unlikely to make it past 20 or so in the first place…]]
+tiri-dattangerine-shepard
+asariadoptee
"Hello hello and welcome to Kats' Engineering, the boss isn't here for now but I can let you look around and if you need something just ask i'll be here next to the terminal"
asariadoptee started following you
"Ah hello. Are you lost?"
The Daughters Meet
Ethan decided that now was the time to call his daughters home. He contacted Quitanta, again, they had been talking about this for some time, and this was the time he would take them into effect. He was ready, finally prepared to have his daughter back into his life.
He had cleaned and prepared her room, everything was how she had left it, with one exception, he had put another bed in there. Eris needed a place to sleep and both of them could learn to share.
Eris was already there, she had been the one who helped him reassemble the bed and then put up her meager possessions in her new room. Ashala arrived by cab, she had a big duffel bag, the straps held between her small hands as she opened the door and walked into the large apartment.
The Blue Sylph
Ethan had dressed up, more so than usual, eschewing the usual classic styles he wore, he pulled out a suit, matching jacket and pants, affixing the square tie around his neck. His daughter was dancing in her first major ballet, La Sylphide, and he'd be damned if he was going to miss it.
He had invited a date to accompany him for the show, someone he knew Ashala liked. He was stalling for time at this point, adjusting his clothes and his whole ensemble, waiting for her to arrive.
Well. I'd hate to see a little girl alone. Why don't I come with you on whatever you were doing?
"Oh, okay. I was just going to get food. I'm really hungry." She trots off towards a familiar baking side-shop and looks over the lip of the counter.
"May I please get one crepe, please?" She beams up at the lady on the other side of the counter.
Hey there little girl. Are you lost?
"O-oh, hello, Miss." She bowed to the Asari before shaking her head. "I've been here before! It was with a really nice Salarian. Friend of daddy."