Traveling Soldier
06-21-2013, 03:57 PM
Gael seemed to take a step back, accepting that he should have faith in Cairo. "Yes, he has. And you're right Aza. I'm sorry for not having faith in the decision of our grandfather. I suppose I don't have much room to opinionate since I've been gone for so long." She held a straight face, not rude enough to outright agree with him but not nice enough to disagree. Her brother also seemed to take a step back when it came to Syrinx, maybe realizing that when in a pack he couldn't always throw out opinions. Or maybe he was just used to speaking out loud without any reprimand for his words. Uncle. Uncle. Uncle. Honestly, Azalea had never called Syrinx by anything other than his name. She knew his relation to her but she had her reserves, clearly. Syrinx eyes her curiously and Azalea tried to ignore it for as long as she could before meeting his solid gaze to throw a question at him. He shrugged, speaking in a way that made it sound like some things were left to be found out. "Likely find Eos. She wants her own kingdom, and I've no doubt she'll get one. I, of course, will pledge my allegiance at her side and rule beside her." Azalea said nothing though the light of surprise shown in her eyes at the mention of Eos. She was the aunt that Azalea often forgot she had. The two had disappeared and only Syrinx had returned. Syrinx allowed room in his words, as if there was the potential for change, but she had the feeling that once he set his mind to something he preferred it to stay that way, using force to keep it from changing. He would find Eos. She would rule some --hopefully-- foreign kingdom. "Cairo is perfectly fine, granted, I don't believe his time on this Earth is all too extensive." Azalea lowered her head, looking very somber as she allowed a moment of silent consideration to that fact. No wolf was immortal, no wolf lived forever; but if there were ever one wolf, it should be Cairo. "Truthfully, have either of you been trained in the art of combat?" Azalea perked up at this question just as vibrant light slipped through a crack in the trees and set her brother and uncle awash in an orange glow. "I have not been trained formally, but I used to watch Chrysanthe spar." Realistically speaking Azalea had displayed an interest in all the most basic fields of work. She merely wished to serve a useful purpose in the pack. As a young child she had dabbled in herbs, so she knew the most basic ones and the most fragrant and easy to notice ones. Then at about five months of age she drew a sharp interest in fighting and started to observe Chrysanthe. Most recently she had been hunting more, testing her abilities. She had the breeding to choose whatever path she liked and honestly her passion was still in fighting. Hunting had never been overly drawing to her, other than it gave her purpose and allowed her to be active just as she desired. Azalea was a good group hunter. As for healing, she loved the scents of herbs and the fact that plants could be used for most any ailment. If she wanted to, she could be a talented healer but it wasn't active enough for her. Azalea needed an adrenaline rush and she wouldn't find that by sniffing out herbs. Speech, |
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