Two Worlds into One

The Future had remained in the shrouds of fog, perfectly hidden by her small size, her father’s powerful presence, and the thick mist that almost always covered the Moor. So far, she had to say, the Moor was one of her favorite parts of Celestial’s claimed land.

For now, though, she watched with rapt attention as her father handled the interesting situation with his usual wonderful ease. She was taking notes, listening closely, and storing it all away for when she, too would be greeting wolves at the borders.

Eventually, when she saw that her father was ready to leave, and the woman – Sterling, was it? – had been accepted, she cleared her throat, ready to go. As her father glanced her way and gave a sign that she could come out of the fog, she spotted the opportunity to practice her ‘first appearance’ skills.

Her father’s lesson of today had been, aside from teaching her how to move silently through the moor, how to seemingly appear from the mist like a ghost—one second, nothing there, and the next, there she was. They’d practiced as he’d patrolled, with him forging ahead and waiting, then giving pointers after she’d stepped out.

So she took a breath and rose, slipping forward through the mist as her father took his leave. She hoped she’d had the same materializing effect he’d learned to do as she stepped into sight and padded to come along side Sterling and Paladin as her cousin started forward.

She gave the emerald eyed woman a smile, long haired tail waving in her typically friendly manner, if still somewhat shyly, soft-spoken voice offering a gentle, “Hello, I’m ‘Rielle. Welcome to Celestial.”

Her accent was a heavy lilt, much like Paladin's, but with a different flavor.

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