poetry in life [Heather]

The girl was quick in her response, assuaging the fears of the older woman. A lengthy explanation, in which a story was told. A youngster lost their family in one fell swoop, and the remaining pack members had been older. This made the woman wonder if this was truly a good decision to allow yet another elder, or at least someone on that track, into the ranks. However, it was not in her to question someone in a position of power who was offering a kindness. The queen explained that there was wisdom within the ghost's mind that she sought, in hopes of advancing the youths in the group. A soft nod was the chosen response of the alabaster princess. She grinned uncontrollably when the young woman offered to take her into the ranks, allowing her access to the place where she was born.

Introductions were made. The queen identified herself as Heather Adravendi. The surname was familiar, and the woman wondered where she had heard it before. It was a question for another time. The ashen girl questioned after her own title, to which the phantom felt shame. They had gotten so far into a conversation, yet she hadn't introduced herself! The soft smile compelled her, she was going to join this girl.

"Lirika Vera Lunashka-Bane, at your service, my Queen." The heavily accented vocals would announce, and the knees would bend to dip the taller femme into a bow. Tiara would lower in a reverent gesture of submission. It was rarely seen from her, but she was ready to bow to this one. Heather would be worthy of her service, and she hoped she could be of use.