There Is A Train That's Heading Straight

Surreal gave a short nod of acknowledgement to the male as he assured her that he would be well behaved; she could only guess that he had indeed noticed her scent blasting in his face. Good to know that she wouldn’t have to fend off unwanted affections. To his next words, she said nothing, merely nodding again. She could relate. Only for her, it wasn’t excitement. Finally, his voice followed her statement of rebuilding a pack, and with his voice came the question. She smiled lightly, sitting straight out of habit. “I suppose I could tell you the tale. It’s a long one, mind.” In other words, he would hear a great deal more than the short version.

As she finished her story, she looked at the fellow dead on. “I intend to reign long, and have my son reign after myself. Gods willing, Celestial will be well remembered.” A light smile creased her jaws as her head cocked slightly. “And what of you, lad? What is your tale?” Throughout her storytelling, her eyes had held a light in them; a determined glow. She wouldn’t be held back from her goals. Even if things got in the way, she would either go around them, or bowl her way right through and keep on going. This Adravendi wasn’t going to be a pushover.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think