Watching your step
01-04-2017, 09:39 PM
~*~ The pale pelted stranger answered easily enough - but in the negative. Nothing for her to find just here then. She didn't let any disappointment show. Wasn't polite. And really, she hadn't expected much from this dusty corner. All in good time. She'd searched a hundred lands and she'd search a hundred more. Ah, but she was forgetting herself. She wasn't usually this preoccupied. Is this what getting old feels like? the thought brought a sparkle to her eye, that could only be described as young. "Forgive me my rudeness," said Orica with a blink of her moon-bathed blues. "Of course. My name is Orica." Did she dare tack on anything else? She was tempted. The wolf before her gave his title out freely, "ex" though it might be. She didn't like to brag. She didn't care much for pride or rank or her placement among others. She'd never thought of herself as anything like a "princess", even if she had been the daughter of a Chief. The Alpha of a great and powerful pack. It's not as though she was heir. There were a dozen other siblings and cousins that could have proven themselves more capable of being chosen. Not to mention stronger. You wouldn't know it from looking at her but she came from a bloodline of hulking warriors. Well, now the memories were coming back. "And gods above, I haven't thought about rank in a long time, but once, somewhere back there, I was the daughter of a king. A leader of many families and ruler of many lives. Not that I was ever dubbed something like prince or princess," she added, insistently. She smiled. Oh it was most definitely teasing, but gentle and good natured all the same. "But consider me honored, Prince Salias, if such I may call you. I hadn't expected royalty in such a... 'desolate' place, as you put it." ~*~ |