I'm Talkin' To The Moon.
09-16-2018, 07:19 PM
Baelfire soon found herself day dreaming of old days, grand castle walls adorned with red and gold cloth, her old home held a special spot in her heart. Although she was staring directly at Lyrae, her head was somewhere else entirely. Perhaps this was a main fault of the female, she couldn't stay on one track for very long. Lyrae's voice pulled her from her thoughts finally, her green eyes now falling on the female before her. "So, you're an heir?" Her ears fell forwards as her front paws folded nicely over each other, she was an heir, previously. "I was, yes. However, I cannot lead that lifestyle. I was thrown from my throne by an ambush, this ambush was done by my fathers' bastard child.." Her voice trailed off before she felt her ears rise again, she knew there wasn't anything she could do about it now. "But alas, I have now found my new trail on life, a healer. It's a fine living." As she again head her attention snapped from her head by the female's question of her clothing choices, a small laugh came from the wolfs' parted muzzle. "... is your coat not enough to keep you warm." Her fur was parted slightly by the young girls' nose, although she didn't mind the nudge her tail flicked behind her nonchalantly. "I come from a land very, very far north. It's cold almost constantly." She hadn't ever seen Lyrae's sister before, but she imagined that she was just like Lyrae herself, or at least somewhat similar. What of Vela wasn't even her sister, although, why else would she refer to her so lovingly? "Ah, yes, the Gypsies were the highlight of my early years. I'm rather fond of Lirim though, it's a good group of individuals. Is Vela your sister?" She didn't want to see prying, but she couldn't help but have a little bit of curiosity. If they were to be good friends, she needed to at least know the basics. |