Gilded Lion

*Faite* · 12-07-2016, 10:48 PM

Faite felt comfortable enough in the man's presence so she slowly let her haunches sink to the cold earth. It was beginning to warm up some as the sun slowly made its ascent into the sky, though she didn't focus on that for long. She watched him as he yawned, displaying a very nice view of his teeth, though she wasn't offended by it whatsoever. She had to stifle her own yawn as she clamped her teeth firmly shut. She didn't want this to turn into something contagious that continuously went back and forth.

His question was a nice distraction from yawning and how early in the morning it was. Of course it wasn't exactly a question she could answer easily. She racked her brain for a long moment as she tried to think of and Odette Adravendi, but her mind pulled a blank. That was the thing with being in such a large family. Her own kin weren't related to Cairo or any of his descendants. Erani had taken on the name before Cairo had passed and then had made a habit of adopting more wolves into the family as well as letting her own children bare the name. It'd all just gotten a little out of hand after that. Now it seemed like you couldn't go anywhere without running into an Adravendi, but the true bloodline remained mostly in Fiori from what she could remember.

"I'm sorry, I don't know an Odette. That's the thing with such a big family - I'm positive I haven't even met half of them."

She was happier when he barraged her with questions she could answer. She gave him a hint of a grin as one came right after another. He was curious so she certainly didn't think less of him for wanting to know more. He was clearly new to this place and if he could leave here feeling a bit better about having an idea of what to expect then she was happy to oblige. After all, information wasn't that hard to give.

"You don't have to apologize. I don't mind the questions at all, really, but please call me Faite. Miss Adravendi makes me feel old." She chuckled. She was four, seemingly older than him by a year maybe, but he certainly was more eloquent than her. She definitely wasn't that old and she wasn't used to such etiquette. "To my knowledge there are roughly six packs, though some last longer than others. I can't think of any that are overly religious and I don't believe they'd turn away anyone who came seeking a home. Most, if not all of them, are rather peaceful."

She hoped that answered his questions. She was willing to go more in depth about some of them, though she wouldn't pretend to know everything about them. Celestial would be the easiest considering it was where she'd lived for a good portion of her life save for the small time she was a loner.

Her nature changed slightly when he noticed her staring at his scars. She gave him a sheepish smile as well as took on an apologetic look. She hadn't meant to be caught staring, but it seemed he didn't mind. It was probably something he was used to - and his tone was almost joking. She chuckled at his comment and shook her head in disagreement.

"Oh, I don't think scars make you any less handsome. They tell stories - besides, your personality is what matters in the end."

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