A Great, Wide World of Wonder

Her tail tapped against the stone wall beneath her rump as he spotted her and responded. The movement was reserved, shy, but her answer was good-natured enough as she responded, a little more loudly, “This is the wall of Celestial, my Da’s pack… I suppose it’ll be mine someday, but the whole pack’s had a paw in making it.”

Her head tilted as she watched him move to sit at a respectful distance, and both the movement, and likely his own shift in location sent that ethereal shimmer of colors rippling through her coat, more pronounced as she lifted her head a bit higher as he introduced himself.

So far, he seemed pretty nice. Her gut instinct wasn’t screaming at her to run in a blind panic, so she answered quite readily, “My name is Aurielle Rhiannon Marie Adravendi—but please call me Aurielle… or ‘Rielle.” Each syllable and ‘r’ she spoke as she introduced herself bore a lyrical lilting quality, musical and rolling, but her voice took on a pleading tone as she begged of him to just call her by her first name or nickname.

Even at her young age, that long name was a sticky point for her—after all, Aramis didn’t have such a long name, so why did she have to have one so long? She hadn’t had to introduce herself to anyone before, but she’d been taught how to do it, and at her young age, she assumed that was how you always introduced yourself, regardless of setting.

Curiosity replaced that pleading expression, and her eyes locked onto his mismatched gaze with that same intensity her father was known for—as though Amos were the most important thing in the world right now and every word would be taken into account as she asked, a soft note of fascination taking hold, “Are you a loner?”

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think