Question 1: Where did they build Hadrian’s Wall?

I wasn’t really sure what she was staring at like that, the golden fields seeming to have captured her attention entirely as I moved to align my handsome head with her own, seeking to follow her gaze in search of whatever it was she had seen that so seemed to capture her attention. Didn’t they have fields where she came from? Maybe she liked the big cliffs or the rocky outcrops….maybe it was the ravine and falls she was hearing? I wasn’t really all that sure and yet I suppose I felt rather silly with my head held against her own, trying to see whatever it was. I moved the violet of my gaze away, turning to snatch up the reeds once more, pressing them into the shade to better keep them hydrated- at least for now. Maybe I would dry them out later and crush them up, add a few seeds and moss to make a paste of sorts….and find someone to test them on. I don’t know why no one wants to ever let me test on them, it’s like they think I’m going to hurt them or something, or all the fur will fall off their tails. That only ever happened once and they totally hold a grudge. Hmm. They won’t when I am King, when they all bow down before me, the first truly immortal Angel. I smirked slightly to myself, maybe I did have a bit of ambition but that ran so thickly in my blood I could hardly be expected to be anything else. I would always want more.

When she speaks about her pack I felt my own head tilt….sort of. It didn’t even really sound like a pack, just like a group of friends that didn’t even like each other. I’m surprised anyone even got on, or lived long enough to hunt or have puppies. Maybe she was from one of those odd little gypsy groups Heyel had spoken about once. He had seemed to think much of them really- not that it mattered I suppose, I think Grandfather Heyel hates all loners really. I don’t, at least, not all that much- I just figure if there not pack I don’t have to worry about healing them- less work for me although I feel I am starting to get off topic here. She suddenly starts to pace, seeming almost restless now as if my question had upset her a bit. I hadn’t meant to, I do tend to speak before I think sometimes but Grandfather says I will learn in time how to control my words. Maybe I don’t want to control them though, maybe I just want to tell the truth, blunt and honest as it is. One day, when I am Archangel of Diveen I’m going to tell everyone exactly what I think of them. Maybe this is why I have no friends. I shrugged lightly before a rather beaming grin took over my features, chest puffing out slightly to hear Mikoto approved of my chosen Angelic title, one I would one day carve into the wall of legends beside my Mother and Father and Grandfathers before me.

“I think it has pizazz. I don’t even know what that is but I heard someone say it once and it sounds fairly special.”

At least, I hoped it did, although why I cared what Mikoto thought of it I hardly know, my form moving to stretch out on my newly found rock. I always liked sitting up high, though again I never really knew why. I mean, I am better then most everyone else, but that really has little to do with it. I just like being able to see.

“I suppose your right and I think Leadership suits me. I’m one of the youngest though, my Mother and Father had lots of us and I’m kinda near the bottom, my Brother Achilles, the first born was named heir the day he was born because my parents feared they would never have another- something about the sky falling, anyway they went on to have like, eleven of us and I’m like the eighth in line or something. I don’t plan to stay there though, when I’m old enough I’m going to challenge my brother for his rank and take it for myself. He’s big though, my brother, taller then me and heavier but…..I am like my Grandfather and he was never once beaten in battle. I just have to learn how to battle.”

I offered a sort of…sheepish grin, admitting I hadn’t actually learned to fight yet. The fact my Brother probably had remains to be seen. Maybe I am a bit of a dreamer, but dreaming is better then wasting time and doing nothing. I will be King, I am sure. I just need to bide my time a little.

“Well, I’m glad you like it, you can come and live here when I’m King if you want. I’ll make you my…er…..what is it that you do?”

Warrior, assassin, healer, scout? She had to be something right?