“El-el-eloquent. I am eloquent.”
There is a grin that traces her black lips, her dark banner swaying side to side happily, as her dial lifts upwards proudly. She does not know what ‘eloquent’ means, but she knows by the way he spoke the word it was a good one. Nevermore may not always understand the definition of words or the meaning of them, but she is good at spotting vocal changes. The pitches in voice help her understand how she must react. When she hears a voice sound rough or heated, she knows she had done something wrong and she must apologize, but only if she understands she did something wrong...if she hadn’t then she reacts in a completely different way. There are times she hears a tremble in a voice, a somber tone, and she knows the other is sad and she must answer it by being helpful. The tone of voice Pretty Rhett used in the word ‘eloquent’ made her quite happy, pleased to hear such a tone in his voice. It is when he mentions that they will ‘work on that’ brings her to tilt her ebony crown to the side, very curious as to what they would work on. Her being eloquent or something else?
It is when Taika bares her teeth at her does Nevermore shift into a more threatening stance. She may not be large enough to take down a full grown wolf, but that does not mean she couldn’t try. After all if Provider, Protector, or any other wolf of Asteraia was around all she had to do was call for them and they would come. They would come and Taika would be killed. Nevermore knows how much power she holds, whether she knows just how great it was, who knows, but the important thing is – she recognizes it and knows how to use it. Yet such thoughts of calling for help were dashed away the moment Rhett batted his paw on her nose and began to bow down in play all around her. Her mind now easily distracted allowed the young pup to mimic her friend, leaping towards him and then hoping back and down in play. She is happy. She is pleased. She finds the whole thing fun, eager to begin a chase, but she is sadden the moment he stops. She wants to play, believes it is something that should be done, but he stops and she is puzzled as to why he would do such a thing. When he asks what a hopper is she beams at him as she explains, her speech rapid, but flows surpassingly well without stutter.
“Hopper it bounces, has long ears and little white tail like the dandelions.”
Perhaps if her words did not make him understand what a hopper was, she would act like one. Lowering herself to the ground she suddenly leaps up in the air, and beings to hop around him, as if she was truly one of those delicious creatures she deemed a hopper. When she is done showcasing what she meant she stands in front of him, her tail still wagging happily, pleased that she had made him understand what a hopper was. After all, how could she have done it wrong? It is when he begins to speak that grin on her face fades away. She stands there, emerald eyes not blinking, as she studies him. One dark ear twitched as she tried to take in the words and vocal tone. She is unsure how to react, does not understand army or losing a battle. So, she stands there unable react and unsure how he wants her to act, and so, she speaks and tells him what she does know.
“No...not heard that...not understand.”
She moves to press her form against him. Pleased to have him here. She is happy to be close to him. Finding herself quite calm and happy with his presence. Now that he would be here with her she felt it was important that her scent be mixed with his own. When her Mother met new members along the border, she would press her form into theirs, and Nevermore would copy it. Yet more importantly, she knew that if her scent was mixed with her own then he would be safe. He would be allowed within the fields. She did not want Protector to harm him, she didn’t want to take the chance. It is when he requests that he ought to see her parents does her angelic face turn into such a sadden look. She knows Provider would accept him, but Protector was a different matter. She was uncertain how he would act with him. Lately with Brother, Protector was treating him differently, Nevermore couldn’t say how or what was different, but she knew there was something different. Softly her voice lowers as she takes another gentle nip underneath his chin.
“Provider is Alpha, yes yes meet her, but Protector...he...I...he might hurt, but you are mine. I claimed you maybe...maybe my scent on you will make him okay. You and Brother speak well.”