for all that his blood is royal, one of the oldest bloodlines of moladion, the ease of his laughter had been there since his first ability to comprehend glee or joy or happiness. he was raised to do what those who counted on him needed, to admire and personify strength, to be the rock of an entire pack-- but most of all to love life. and he had loved it for seventeen years. loved and lived it with grace and strength as he had been taught by his golden mother. The Golden Queen she was called, he her Shining Prince. The history books might forget him, the line of her glorious heritage lost to pages of fickle fate, but at the very least in this world, he would teach those traitorous memories the lessons she had given him.
he laughs because she makes him lighter of heart and spirit. she does not shy away from his rebuttals, in fact making a joke in return instead of shrinking back or taking offense. she is funny, but not sacrificing of her first impression on him to do so. she is a life that can feed the lives of others, inspiring in the sly way that some people often miss in watching the people around them. she was the one who cultivated the party from behind the scenes without effort needed to do so. her presence alone seemed to be enough. his eyes open, then, looking at her light eyes that while not strange for this corner of the world… well, they were just different in an indescribable way.
“Neirin is not such a terrible name, there are surely worse things to be called out there, lord knows I have spoken them before. Besides, it has a certain fluidity to it.” he smiles at her without having to work to look as amused and glad as he was. it was not at all as though she were flirting, surely. he does not argue with her this time, though, and carefully keeps himself on the safer side of flattered to prevent humiliating amounts of his more open self from spilling out and infesting their good natured conversation. her slight smile was enough and he offers her one of the same as she shakes her head at his offering and quirking eyebrows at him as if having a fascinating thought occur to her.
he admits to his age - half informative, half protecting himself from making such a foolish move as to make designs to court her in any way that would find him the laughing stock of moladion - and she takes that moment to grow the most endearing improvement on her once idle and seemingly subconscious flirtation.
she fidgets just a little, but other than that one movement of indecision she is decidedly forward in what he decided was a less-than-entirely sincere attempt to woo him beyond what he had already posed as an offering for her company. “As you obviously know the lay of the land do fill the new girl in. Are there resident packs, do you belong to any of them? And perhaps once done you can show me a few things,” he matched his gaze, sidling in with her conversation so that his chest twisted ever so slightly at the change of tactic in her favor and decidedly out of his. “oh, sweetling, you do warm the cockles of my heart.” he offers an almost sad smile back at her for her very impressive attempt to weasel herself even further into his fondness.
“there are resident packs, each separating the world into biomes… which, saying it that way seems interesting,” and as if to prove the amusement at the thought his eyebrows raise while his eyelids droop just a little - “huh.” and then with a shake of his head towards her and a rolled shoulder he continues. “the densest forest is taviora. that is northwest of here. beneath that is the mountain pack of spirane. southwest from here is iromar, though most in my experience avoid that place if they do not already have a darker nature that is easiest hid among the less savory minded folk congregating there. then to the southeast is glorall. to the east is what is now diveen - the nigh opposite of iromar, or at least home to those who are directly opposed to the people in leadership of iromar...” and at this he shakes his head, glad that it is not trenus any longer that houses such blatantly biased peoples. “and last but not least is asteraia, the place i have come to align with, though i do not boast to be a part of it in the traditional way.”
he looks at her then, having looked in the respective directions as though he were picturing each place in turn - and maybe of things a little deeper. his blue eyes are kind, head inclined deeper to her as if in secret counsel, “you need not flirt with someone like me, it would not do to tease someone so ill fit for a lovely young thing as yourself.” again, sad and glad in the same tone - again, trying to remind himself by saying aloud to her that he was hardly what she should be trying to flirt with so openly. “whatever knowledge i possess is yours to pick at. was there a home or lifestyle you most preferred? or perhaps you would like a more fulfilling synopsis of each of these packs? i cannot speak to inner workings, but i can tell you the less intimate aspects, for sure.”
NEIRIN
the shining prince ; of trenus
male | 17 years | 40 inches | 185 pounds
alpha of the fantastic four | fond of church (shh)
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