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Posted on March 23, 2014 at 08:11:17 PM by Ambrosia
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| It would seem indeed that the male is unaware of the greeting she gives him- though in his own right, he responds and for this is is thankful and grateful. He didn't pull away or question, and it was simply that much more relaxing because of it. And then after her soft speech to him, and her patient waiting for a return, she is finally granted it. Sorcier, he calls himself, and it is a title most interesting. He is obviously not from the land of Moladion, but someplace different, and Ambrosia finds herself wondering silently at this. If he was not from here, then where could he have come from? Where was he born? Who were his parents, his family- if he even had any? Unlike the angel bloodline, Ambrosia knew there are some that had no family, even had no pack. But Sorcier did have a pack, belonging to that of Taviora, and therefore basically blood to her. She had no qualms about this encounter Fate had decided for them.
His words were quick- but it seemed he was not quite yet finished with them. She watched on as he gave more words, giving her the fact that he wasn't sure how he wound up here- but that he was not worried about finding his way back. With a soft, signature smile of hers touching her beautiful muzzle, she cannot help the sweet chuckles that drip from her lips like bells, so wonderful and whimsical in their sweet and innocent tones. "Do not fret, Sorcier. If you would like, I can show you the way. I know that it is Taviora you hail from, and I from Diveen- your brother pack." Whenever she speaks, there is a certain innocence in her mannerisms, and always a warm welcome. And with the male beside her, close but not quite to her in age, she feels such increased a tenfold, just as it does with Andromeda. But even then, it is different, and she wonders of it- as she wonders of all things. His gaze is moving from her to that of the lake before them, in all its crystaline beauty beneath the midday sun. It is warm still, but not too warm, and with her thick pelt so lush and beautiful Ambrosia is grateful for that. She does not mind the warmer months, but her frame takes after her Mother just as much as her Father, who was built for the cold in the further north. Following suit, her own exotic, violet gaze returns to the waters, her mind content and at ease in these moments of silence. She does not know how much time has passed, but, eventually, she is given to murmur her words for him again, her tones as soft and sweet- musical, as ever, but she does not turn to face him this time, rather keeping her gaze focused forward. "They say that Fate has a way of winding souls together, and that all those hold purpose." Unable to help herself, she glances in a sidelong manner at him, just for the hope of a glimpse of those fire eyes of his. "It is up to us to seek out what those results might be, though.." Ambrosia wondered if this Sorcier had anything to teach her about the world, and undoubtedly she figured he did. The only question was if he would allow her to glimpse behind those flames in his gaze, and to see the treasure that might lie beneath. |
| Ambrosia
two ✧ broken soul ✧ no love ✧ Diveen |
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