Gonna Lay Down My Sword By The Riverside

Karabela caught a shift in Qualm's expression but he quick smiled and answered and she immediately felt bad.  It was easy for her to forget some times that not everyone was blessed enough to grow up with a family and she could understand the feeling of being an orphan… how old was she when she lost her mother?  It seemed so long ago.  She didn't wish to push the topic in case it was a sore spot so instead she grinned back.  "Wow a giant bird attack?  Can't say I've ever fought anything that interesting."  She nodded at his words of being a healer over a fighter. "Well, it takes all kind you know and honestly… there are days I wish I was better at fixing wounds than making them but being in battle… makes me think of my mother.  Keeps her close."

Karabela blinked as Qualm mentioned her having her own pack.  Wow was she that obvious?  She sighed and looked away.  She supposed she was getting antsy to get started and her desires were beginning to bleed out.  That wasn't like her… part of her was still holding back.  It was that annoying little part of her brain that insisted that she couldn't do things, that she would fail and disgrace her mother's good name.  Dægmar had never been afraid of failure though… and neither would she.

"Guess I'm not that great at secrets, huh?"  She turned to Qualm with a grin.  "Lucky guess!  Yes, I intend to start my own pack.  Please don't tell Bass, not yet.  I will when I'm able but things have been to quiet in Abaven.  I'm restless, I feel stagnant… unsatisfied, like I need to make a move and this is what I've decided."

"Speech"