Her Father’s voice was soothing to her senses, and gave her comfort and made her feel home at last. He was, of course, ever worried and asking her about boys. But the stardusted angel marked girl had never herself been too interested in boys, or any other of any gender in such a way. She had grown up watching the young wolves play and flirt and she had simply been content to not. It had taken her a while to blossom and become social as others were- but when she did, she had been splendid and a natural at it. Charisma came easy to her, and the older she got, the more she learned; the more comfortable she was in her own skin. Especially since she had returned to Moladion, learning more about the world than she could have ever imagined. And, almost as if realizing just that, she is turning to her Father with slightly wide violet eyes, her voice slipping forth for him.

”Father, I’ve missed you very much, and yes, of course I’ve met boys- but not in the way you would naturally think.” Pausing a moment to consider her words, she thought of how she did not think Azrael himself had ever been outside of Moladion, but his very youngest daughter had. “Pater.. have you ever been outside Moladion?” It was such a random question he had to think her either crazy or just wrong in the head, but she wanted to know. Perhaps it was a conversation for a later date, to which she would not mind waiting for. Regardless, she waited patiently for if he might tell her, before moving on to her greeting the others and finding her place by Enderly.

After Ambrosia had taken her seat and satisfied her curiosity with her observations, she was content to merely watch those around her, instead of partake. There was a young dark wolf who seemed adamant about something, speaking Latin to one of her cousins- telling him he should apologize and piquing the Angel girls interest. It was a pleasant thing to see others stand up for themselves, or others, even if she was not one to tolerate fighting full of nonsense. But so far all seemed calm and well, except for perhaps a certain tension in the air, but other than that, she found no reason to intervene. For now.

But she would keep an eye on all things, as she always did, to make sure nothing happened that she couldn’t have a say in. Enderly had taken her a bit off guard with his forwardness in his greeting, but she accepting it, albeit giving a subtle shy glance toward the ground with her violet eyes before returning them back to his own silver. She had always enjoyed his gaze- they reminded her of the stars and the way her own coat was seemingly dusted with them. His voice has a smile caressing her features and a nod from her jaw, too long indeed, though the way his eyes roam all across her fourm. This is only her third year, soon to be fourth- but regardless there were none that seemed too terribly interested in her in such a way, beside the dark male before her. He was smaller than her, and darker- Azrael would not approve, but then her Father did not approve of much.

Almost as if embarrassed by her thoughts, Ambrosia’s violet eyes flecked with their emeralds and oranges move away from the intense one of Enderly’s, falling on that of her cousin who seemed to be causing trouble before. She did not know his name, and did not know his face- they had never met and she had never been told of Elijah. Tilting her slender, almost completely white skull to the left she watched him steadily for a time, her thoughts veering in his direction and rather distracted from the wolf that had held such prior. The girl was unaware of the looks her Father was giving to Enderly, or the way the dark male never seemed to take his gaze off of her. It wasn’t that Ambrosia was oblivious- she was just distracted. But all thoughts soon vanished when she felt the most peculiar sensation.

It was dark and heavy, almost suffocating in a manner. It was a sort of energy the like of which Ambrosia had never felt before- immediately turning her exotic gaze in the direction of the source, her attention falls upon a family member only family by mateship ties. There was no familial blood between them, but, they were still technically family. This wolf she had heard of once, Stella, but not much else was known. She was the sister of the High King, with blood of the Samurai King thick through her veins. Being a young angel, of course Ambrosia knew all about the bloodlines most angels were proud to boast of. She didn’t boast- she preferred to learn and keep her pleasant silence, as it allowed her to feel things better as well as understand better. Each different soul had their way of doing things, and the almost full grown girl was no different.

Watching this Stella for a time, Ambrosia was eventually content to return her attention back to the white, russet and black marked boy. He was older than her, by a few years, and taller and heavier than her- but had she known that he was broken as she was to the rest of Moladion, but even more so, she would have moved from her seat to beside him. But as it were, she did not know, and so she was content to watch. There were occasional times where others did not appreciate the observation of others, and Ambrosia wished to know what it was this male felt. The others seemed to treat him a certain way, and since she wanted to know why, she would figure out however she meant to. There was always more than one path to take, always more than one choice to be had. Life was simply about knowing which path you desired most.