These walls aren't talking
07-20-2017, 03:42 PM
Ásvor was used to feeling.. uncertain about her fate, most of the time. Some days she wondered if she might, too, be better off in a pack - but a pack ran by anyone but the Finnvis left a remarkably foul taste in her mouth. Still, she had gained a disappointingly small amount of knowledge in these last few seasons, and her thirst for knowledge - nearly rivaled by her thirsty for actual water, right now - was nearly surpassing her familial pride and independent spirit. These thoughts always crept into her mind when she met someone new, wondering if their meeting would be brief, or if something more important would come of it. Most wolves were temporal to her, but a few had left a lasting impression. Would this one? Her eyes narrowed as the stranger's posture stiffened, though she wasn't surprised. She seemed to relax, though, as Asvor closed the distance between them. "I suppose it is," she replied evenly, her head tilting slightly to the side as she eyed her curiously. After a moment of thinking, she spoke up again. "What brings you to these lands? Besides water, that is?" Her expression remained pleasantly neutral as he gazed at her. |
