Apollonia laughed as the fae blinked, the pollen clearly irritating her orbs. I’m Chevelle, but just call me Che! Apollonia had continued on with her speech afterward and then the fae paused, clearly overcome by all that Apollonia had said, but quietly responded. I came to Blossom Forest to find a new home, a fresh start maybe find a family and pack. The russet faeling nodded and wisely remained quiet, allowing her new friend to continue on with her monologue. How long have you know Harries? It seems unwise to go off without telling your daddy… How do you know Harries isn’t some heartbreaker out for another stand. Apollonia snorted and backed up a few steps, her lids slitting themselves. She bit back a bad retort, allowing the faeling to amend her speech. Sorry… that was mena of me to say. I’m sure Harries is nice. The stranger’s vocals withered away and Apollonia still remained unsure of the fae. “Harries and I have been seeing each other for months now and he has never been anything other than a gentleman to me! But he has promised to take me far away from here and give me a good life, one in which we are each other’s all. My father abandoned me for months himself… Harries promised me he would never do that to me. Do not dare judge him for you do not know him…”

Sighing, she relaxed her stance. “Sorry… I don’t mean to be snippy. I just am sick of being hurt by others and Harries has been nothing but kind to me. You should join the pack I am in now. The royals are kind, but fair. They rule with a strong paw but all they care about is each other and us – all of their pack members. They will fight to protect each and every one of us. Odessa leads with her brother, Caspian. Their line is true and blood is pure. ” Sighing, she began to daydream again. “My darling Harries is painted of the same line as they – the handsome physick of a kalak lupine.” Closing her lids, she saw his form on the tapestry that was her eyelids, her imagination running with her. When she finally opened her eyes once more, she was more relaxed, a twinkle residing in her emeralds. “So, Che… oh by the way Daddy Lycaon calls me Lonia. You can call me Lonia too if you would like! Harries prefers to call me by my full name and I love the way he says it. His voice gets low… it’s sweet, really. But so Che do you have any family left? Or maybe love?”