Tragedy of Perfection

Surreal listened as they spoke, enjoying the sounds of her family language. Both spoke it fluently, and as they finished, she nodded. It took no thought. They would be allowed to join, though they, like all others, would go through a test to see if they could uphold the requirements for their hoped for ranks. For now, she would let them in, let them rest, and then she would discuss the pack, and the ranks, what they entailed, and what she hoped for from everyone involved.

Rising, she stepped back, tail waving high, a banner of acceptance as she spoke simply. "Do bheatha 'bhaile, Dagger, Acapella. Pléifimid oibríochtaí an phacáiste, agus cad a bheith ag súil agam ar gach céim. Beidh tú tástálacha a mheas do ullmhacht le haghaidh céim ar mian leat a fháil. Dagger, tá gach shearraigh bliana sa phacáiste Printíseach de réir réamhshocraithe. Ní chiallaíonn sé seo go bhfuil mé amhras i do chumas. Nuair a shroicheann tú dhá bhliain, beidh tú a thástáil arís cibé céim is mian leat." Her mismatched eyes held his for a long moment, her firm look assuring that she expected and would accept no argument from the male.

Finally, she smiled to each of them. "Aithne do theach nua, tú dhá. Tá mé nithe is gá dom a bheith i láthair go." Grinning, she turned and trotted back into her patrol.

-Exit Surreal.-

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