Fire & Fury

The larger female turned to face her, and spoke briefly. Katja tilted her head in acknowledgement, her own face a neutral mask. "A while indeed - long enough for a girl who was too good for Yfir to decide Imperium was good enough." There was nothing of accusation or bitterness in the tone despite the words themselves, merely an observation. It did not take a keen nose to detect the pack-scent drenching Avalon's coat, after all, and even had she not known the pack personally their reputation among the wolves of Alacratia was plain enough. It struck her as odd that this female would have rejected Yfir's fighter's path in favor of a far more militaristic, if equally murky one - she could not see the moral justifications for one over the other. Then again, the minutiae of morality in these lands often escaped her. It did make her wonder, putting together the pieces of a puzzle begun by Vereux's previous relationship with the girl, and his subsequent disappearance. She let her eyes narrow as she filed the thought away to pursue at a more leisurely moment. She did shake her head at Avalon's offer of the first move. "At your convenience," she murmured instead.

(OOC: Since you're moving and I figured you might not have as much time, feel free to start it whenever is a convenient time for your schedule.)