Lost in the crowd

Varda showed a lot of her parent's refinement in the way she spoke. Novella and Frith hadn't skimped on teaching their children manners, it seemed. A soft chuckle left the Archangel as the slightly formal greeting met her ears, and she shook her head. "Please, just Surreal. Or 'Lady' if you really feel the need to be formal." Her blue right eye vanished briefly in a wink cast toward the younger wolf. "'Miss Surreal' sounds old." she added jokingly.

The Archangel wasn't above relaxing casually with her members. Her mother had been much the same way, as had her sister Chrysanthe before her. Celestial was to be a close family, united by trust, loyalty, and love. It would be hypocritical of her to always be formal around her pack beyond meetings and official business. There was a chance, indeed, that Varda, being the only wolf that had chosen to be a hunter, would indeed rise quickly to fill the first slot as a Master Hunter. Until they gained more wolves willing to fill the role as hunters, the whole pack would have to pitch in to feed Celestial.

The rise to the position, however, would need hard work on Varda's part. "I am well, today." She provided with a smile, mismatched eyes sweeping the plains around them before returning to regard the young Destruction cheerfully. "Have you any ideas for Baine's hunting training?" In closing of the meeting that was the beginning of Celestial, she had named the mentors for her youngest daughter, Varda and Regulus being the mentors for hunting. Hopefully, Everyone had heard their part in teaching the youngest member of the pack what she needed to live a strong, safe life.

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