I smile as I watch the two come to a stop beside me, Godric making me smile as he accepts my request. His wink does not go unnoticed, simply a gesture of jest I suppose. Pater used to give us these gestures all the time when he was simply joking. I let a small tinkling giggle escape my control, ”I am glad you do not mind, and thank you for coming with me today.” I have been most nervous about traveling outside the packs unattended. I fear the feud between Diveen and Iromar is much more than just that. Though, thus far the Demons have not come this way, and so I am content to leave them be.

His next words make me want to laugh all over again, and I comprehend the joke in his voice. ”Sometimes things are better left said hominis ad hominem, that is...man to man.” I let the barest hint of a jesting smile crack through as he lifts his head, his song ringing out into Glorall. I find that I quite like the salt in the air, and I try to recall such a time when I smelled a similar scent so long ago. It reminds me of Trenus, when mother and father came back smelling of salt and fish.

Butterfly has been most hesitant to follow, and I am not quite sure what made me pick the dark little girl to come with Godric and I. But, as Godric howls, she chimes in, and I am suddenly glad for my decision. I wave the white plume of fur behind me, and listen, controlling my own desire to ring my voice with theirs. Once their song is done, I wait for the King to show, I wish to know how their young pup is doing. I know the male, Silvertongue had felt horrid after the unfortunate dead birth, but they still had the one at least.

My expression is light, airy, the markings on my face shining in stark contrast with the white of my fur in the beachy sun. The dark form that I had come to know as Rhoedias slowly approaches, the only indication of her presence had been the flash of movement I caught. She speaks, and I listen, respectfully dipping my head as she passes the news on to us. ”I am so sorry for your loss, Rhoedias. It is a most difficult thing to lose a loved one.” I say this from the bottom of my heart, having lost my mother to the meteor, I understand the pain such a thing brings. One could feel the wound of her loss as if it were treatable. Nothing but time can help that pain ebb away.

She invites us in and I am quick to rise on my paws, white limbs moving forward with a graceful and regal stride, though truly I am no queen. I am simply moving naturally, my mother's grace having been passed to me, a very well known blessing. ”Thank you, for giving us an audience, it is something most appreciated.” I let a smile show through my formal facade, my light blue eyes shining brightly. I am very excited to see how this meeting will go.

female :: seven years old :: solely zildjian's :: zigzagel & ragnarok (x zildjian) :: spirane