Vitaliya
Please stop You're scaring me
Vitaliya’s dull and otherwise lifeless eyes watched the expressions change over the approaching woman’s face. Her head ducked just a centimeter closer to the body of Moteuh, forever protective of the innocent girl. As the other woman approached, it was clear who she was. The age old battle between two lands was not forgotten, not even to Vitaliya, who had struggled to try to shed her past. The sight of an Iromar Princess left a bitter taste in her mouth.
I am. She responded in her chilly, velvety smooth voice. You are Aithne’s daughter. Simple facts needed very little time to be addressed. Instead of discussing their parentage, though it was clearly established the both had blue blood, Vitaliya continued to address Aster. Yes… it seems my charge here and one of you wolves met. They--
In the distance, Lazarus’ call broke through their relative peace. Vitaliya looked in his general direction, a bored expression on her face. Moteuh, however, looked wildly around. A giant grin spread over her lips and she struggled to her feet. ”Lazarus!” She called into the air, her tail going wild behind her. She looked up at Vitaliya, eyes agleam with excitement. Can I go see him?
Vitaliya looked down at her, the coldness in her expression sinking away at once when she gazed upon the misshapen girl. Warmth and love between them melted the snow of the blizzards. Soon, hopefully. She looked back up at Aster, hard once more and the chill of the season biting again. They became friends… I was hoping Moteuh could spend some time here. It would be a show of….faith….