Runescaping
06-30-2016, 04:30 AM
The man lifted his ivory head from his clump of herbs, and she instantly registered the surprise in his dark cobalt eyes. Reading the emotions of others was one of her skills, and she could thank Xephyris for that. Though she wasn't able to work out why he felt so shocked. Was it because of her sudden appearance? For that she could apologise; she hadn't meant to startle him. Or was it perhaps because he had never seen a wolf bearing such vibrant hues like himself? He was quite the anomaly, she had to be admit, and such magnificent colours too. She was stuck with green, unlike her mother who was blessed to carry all seven shades upon her pelt. Slightly larger than himself, which was a bit of a surprise on her end, the older man introduced himself as Arvandor. "Zephyra," she introduced herself with a polite dip of her head, deciding it was best to leave out her surname and pack. Outside of Myriad, she didn't need it. She was just Zeph. Who was this queen of Myriad? It certainly wasn't her. "A pleasure to meet you likewise." |