male seven no mate tied to striker cobryn x enigma sibling of tristan & viora

Solitaire does not know the extent of what had happened in Diveen. He doesn't have many feelings either way on the 'sides' of what was going on, because he had never kept up with such things. He knows the stories of some issues amoung certain wolves, but he had never really connected them to others of blood. He probably was one of the more peaceful of the family, though Tristan was probably the most peaceful of them as far as Solitaire knew. There weren't many things in life that could cause Solitaire to be less than peaceful, but the two know things were the harming of his family, and the idea that someone might kick him out of his home. Glorall was where he had been born, and he had been kidnapped from it when he was young and turned away from being able to return as a yearling. Upon returning, Solitaire told himself he'd do anything he needed to if only to be allowed within the pack. Even if he had to fight to get in, though he hadn't been in enough fights to say so. That could be a cause for concern if ever it came to that, but he hoped it never would.

He did not strive for power, he merely wanted to have a rank that would make him harder to replace, that would make him a valued member of the pack. And he had reached that in becoming the Witch of Glorall; their healer. And even the rank itself spoke more of a peaceful side of things. Solitaire wanted to help others, wanted to make the wolrd a better place where he could. He was prone to helping strangers if they needed it as well, because that was the way things should be. Maybe Covet had picked him for those reasons, too. It was quite possible that Covet remembered when he'd been denied attention and entrance into Glorall as a yearling, for Solitaire did remember Covet was there, being given a less than welcoming treatment as well. He wondered if that made him feel more brotherly towards Covet now, more inclined to help out in such a deal as was presented to him. Solidarity or something. Plus, Solitaire felt bound by family and wanted to help where he could. This was a strange kind of thing, but honestly not as strange as others might see it, if only because of his youth.

Would they get along, Ambrosia and himself? This was something that did worry him, and he knew he would become distressed if he failed here. Still, Solitaire did not want to pretend to be anything other than himself. He had not been told to pretend anything (and Covet would never want such a thing from him), so he held onto that as tightly as he held onto the stems of the flowers clamped in his jaws. They weren't just for his nerves in this matter, but in case Ambrosia was ill at ease about the ordeal. If there was something he could do to help either of them in this, then he would do so. Solitaire had taken the long way around to Diveen to help ground him in thoughts and emotions, and he thinks maybe it worked as he stood there close to the borders waiting. The flowers had been set down nearby so he could call her, close enough that he could chew on a couple if the waiting put him too much on edge. In the moments of waiting he did try to disloge a twig from his fur and fix a spot that needed to be flattened down.

He heard her arriving and looked up, wide eyes set on the figure coming closer. She was mostly white and taller, with some coloration to her and eyes were orange and deep green. She was pretty, and a bit intimidating with her size. Solitaire noted, however, that she was smiling, and so he attempted a friendly smile back to her, and a slow wave of his tail. When she sat down, he did so as well to be polite. There was unease just under his skin, but so far she wasn't acting like a female he should be afraid of. She didn't seem pushy at all by how she had acted so far. He was almost sure she had sat down only to ease his nerves, which meant they must be written all over his body. He needed to fix that issue, but he would have to work on it. Even her voice is soft when she speaks, and his ears perked up more to listen. "Yes, I am, and thank you, Dove Ambrosia." He responded lightly, thinking that maybe this would go well enough between them. He would be honest with her about his feelings on everything, of course, but she seemed to be the kind who would understand.

It is difficult, he would admit to himself (and even her if she asked) to meet and hold her gaze, but he does his best in this, trying not to shy away from it. Everything within him tells him not to look too long, but her gaze is actually comforting rather than harsh or judgemental, and that calms him some. Solitaire was forcing himself to relax more, but it was slow going. He thinks that he could get there, though, around her in time. Solitaire did not realize he was probably expected to speak, but when she did, it helped to break some of the tention within him over the matter. He nods about the bit on Glorall; "It was... well honestly I was very nervous. I brought some flowers just in case, as eating them helps one to relax, and I couldn't be sure if you'd be a little on edge either, so.." And there the nerves went and made him start rambling. Great. He cleared his throat, looking a little abashed. "I'm Glorall's Witch, the lead healer. Plants are sorta my thing. But I like kids, and I'd like to help with that part... if that's not over-stepping? I'm not clear on any after details.." Well, wasn't he just a ball of run-on spaz today?