Beneath his gaze I stand, waiting as he scrutinizes me, his eyes practically eating me up in a way that might make another squirm with unease. And though I do not feel so comfortable as he sizes me up in a new light, I do not feel as though I am in danger. I can sense it, or perhaps guess at it, the way he contemplates the meaning behind a daughter of the former hierarchy returning after all this time. The question he poses causes my toes to flex and grip at the sandy soil beneath my paws.
He is not left to consider what to make of me much longer, a decision seemingly made as he steps aside and opens a path for me into Glorall. My tail twitched at my hocks, the beginnings of joy warming my bodice as I easily deduced what choice he had made. Though I looked past him momentarily, seeing Glorall in the light which I had in my youth for the first time in the years since I had left, my violet gaze did return to Eden once more as he spoke. His words only echo what I already know - Glorall is my home. But it is affirmation that he has accepted my presence here; I move to step beside him as his body language invites me to do so. As I cross into Glorall it is as though the musty, stale odor of Iromar is cast away from me, but perhaps it is simply the rejuvenating seabreeze that gently ruffles my fur.
I am brought to look towards him once more at his words, brows furrowing slightly in something akin to offense. Briefly the thought crosses my mind - what example has Cersei set of our family, for him to suggest a thing such as this? Still, the look is fleeting and replaced by a coolness as I respond to his statement.
ooc; we can end this here if you want. <3