Focusing on the relationship between the little lions. I really pity Izlude - here I tried to represent the liminal state he's in, not a boy, not a man, not a warrior, and not a layman. Meliadoul is much more grounded and confident than her little brother, and accidentally belittles him because he's such a happy little spud, despite everything. Hope you like!
I'm uncertain whether to have Folmarv directly involved at this point or simply have the three main characters infer his actions by how they are and what they say. Which would you prefer?
(Note: Later on this fic is going to involve coerced sex as a theme, so, just a heads-up for anyone not comfortable with that.)













