Troublemaker

*Azalea* · (This post was last modified: 06-25-2013, 01:14 PM by Azalea.)

From her position she couldn't see the way his eyes watched their surrounding, cautious as ever. He looked for danger where Azalea plodded blindly ahead. Her eyes were on Sarak, his shoulders, his neck, his ear. Waiting to gauge the reaction to her words as she spoke. She didn't consider that danger could be near, she rarely ever did. Perhaps it was that she was, in an off hand way, reassured about her safety on the simple fact of her surname. Adravendi. It was all she needed to let most wolves know that she had a vast number of others to back her if things went south.

She didn't think so though. Her last name, to her, wasn't even worth bringing up most of the time. She didn't need it to stand apart from the crowd. It was just her nature. Why should she go about, heart consumed by a constant disease that at any moment she could be attacked and potentially killed?

?You are one of the first wolves to have ever been kind to me. I?m happy to return the kindness.? An ear had tipped in her direction, his head following after. She stared into his moss green eyes for a moment before smiling with a light nod.

They made a quick procession up the valley wall and over the top. Valhalla was there in the distance waiting for them as inviting as ever. "I like to get away, to be free, but there's no better feeling than seeing Valhalla waiting for me." Her tone was warm as she paused for a moment to stare out over the lands. The downward trek was to begin now. Again Sarak took the lead and Azalea allowed herself to fall behind. She was both a leader and a follower but perhaps not a good leader. With the way she blindly rushed into things. Sarak was much better than her, he took into consideration what could go wrong and was prepared to do all he needed to protect Azalea if needed. Likely he had an exit strategy. Azalea had nothing. Blind faith that nothing wrong could happen.

If a fight were to occur, Azalea would give 'em hell. She would, like Sarak in regards to her, do all she could to protect her companion.

She was staring at Sarak again, considering things. Again she remembered that she had set out on this trip to try to find out what he was good at and what he was interested in. Honestly, she was just as clueless as when they left Valhalla. "So, what do you like, Sarak? You can name anything. For example: I like sunsets." Now she looked at him expectantly. She gave him so much, an open book, but in reality she really knew nothing about him.

Speech,

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