Call to the King

e had heard the summons from quite a ways away and he was quick as ever delivering himself across the verdant appearance that crafted Valhalla, and for whatever reason, there was an urgency in Erani's voice that he simply could not question. However, as the King moved forward he was brought to the appearance that, not only was Erani fine, she looked well. Rising a brow to the Valhllan healer he would allow his tail to flicker behind him in idle wonderment and he would inaudibly question what exactly it was that she needed. He felt pleasntly relaxed in the elder woman's presence, like Guinevere her been, she took a motherly role, and it was something he needed in his life, something that he craved, however, he knew that he could not simply play it all down.

Tail would curl around his body as he made himself ready for whatever news it was clear she had to tell him,