The way the wolf remained reclined and comfortable was a pleasant thing indeed. It told Rhae of her intentions, and gave truth to the words she would speak next. The pale wolf names herself Vesper, a daughter of Glorall, and the Queen of Asteraia cannot help but ponder upon her words. Does the young one mean to say she is but a child of the pack, one of the many pups usually born in Spring time. Or does she mean to say she is a daughter of Glorall, in that she is the daughter of it's leader Tesseract, to which she herself would be royalty. Rhae knew well that not all wolves thought of it in such terms, and she herself did not- only that she was Alpha and head leader, head caretaker of all of Asteraia. It was her duty, as much as they were all her family. And at the statement of her learning, well, the mostly earth toned wolf could never turn down one thirsty for knowledge. Not that she would, or had even thought of turning the stranger down. Something about the young girl had a smile growing upon her rather handsome features, as she reminded her of her own daughters. Though one was grown and one had hardly grown at all, Rhae thought that she could see similarities between all three of them, even if the pale one before her was not blood. It did not take blood to be of similar mind or character- just like it did not take blood to be family. All it took was a bond, and she wondered if the young girl thought such a thing. Nodding her large skull with ease, she gives her consent in the fourm of words, just before the last question from the girl. "I would be honoured to teach a young daughter of Glorall- and, perhaps, this Mother of Asteraia could learn from her seaside kin." Perhaps an odd choice of words, but, perhaps not. She hoped there would be consent from the Glorall wolf, as she saw no reason for there not to be, and she waited with an easy and relaxed patience at her inquiry. Pausing to consider the pale wolf's question, Rhae took her time, mulling over the possible answers in her head, and what she might start off with first. Perhaps, something that the sea wolf could feel familiar with, if not only for the sake of the very beginning. "We have a bay here, one decent sized body of water surrounded almost completely by the land, though not quite so. Swimming across the channel is doable, but the current is something fierce. I worry at times, if a wolf were to swept away one day.." Troubled thoughts go to Iblis for but a moment, but then it is passing and she is focusing on the thing at hand. She is here, and she is now, and Iblis is somewhere else, alive, and perhaps not well- but alive. Her imprint bond would surely tell her otherwise. Curiosity getting the better of her, and even though she knew it was the young ones time to learn- she could not help her voice. "Do you have a bay in Glorall; and if not, what is your shoreline like there? Sand or stone?" Attempting to curb her questions, the older wolf does not do such a very good job, but there has always been an eager excitement when it comes to learning and knowledge. For knowledge was wisdom, and above all else, something most cherished by Rhae. She wondered if her new comrade shared such thirst, and watched on with keen interest for any reaction that might tell her so. |