Mists of Gold (meeting)
10-04-2018, 09:31 AM
(This post was last modified: 10-04-2018, 09:32 AM by Artur.)
Listening to the adults talk back and forth wasn't particularly interesting, though he frowned when it sounded like the one with the teeth and the strange fur was scolding his mother for something. She'd introduced herself as the alpha, which was confusing because his mother was also alpha, so if they were both alphas why should she be able to get angry at his mother for doing alpha stuff? When you were the alpha no one should be able to tell you what to do. He continued to stare coolly and with a furrowed brow at her as the other adults settled themselves, though he reluctantly dragged his gaze and attention back to the meeting when his mother started it. She introduced them, first, and Artur sat up straight and proud when she gave his name, falling back into a scowl when she mentioned Cairo wasn't there because he was sick again. Cairo was always sick. Artur was starting to think it was just an excuse not to have to do anything.
But then the adults started introducing themselves and talking about their jobs, and Artur set himself to listen intently. Well, two of them did, anyway, and the first one who spoke up said he was an Adravendi, causing Artur to stare with narrowed eyes at him. An Adravendi? Mom had said that the rest of their family had been lost and she'd never found them. And who was this Regulus? Was he one of the ones that his mother had said their great-grandfather had adopted? No, probably not, if this guy was Regulus' younger brother. It was probably their mom or dad that had been adopted in and they'd just kept borrowing the Adravendi name. The guy said he was a legionary, though, which was what Artur wanted to be, so Artur kept the rather pointed questions that threatened to spill out to himself rather than offend someone who might end up as his mentor.
The dark-colored female was the only other one to speak up, saying things that... sounded like she'd meant them to be funny but Artur didn't really get the joke. He did understand what she said about her job, though, and his own eyes lit up with enthusiasm. She'd gotten to cut up someone's eyes? Yes! That! That was the job he wanted. Well, not the healing part. He would leave that to Geoffrey and Viviane, since they were so keen on it. He probably wouldn't get her as a mentor, since she wasn't actually a legionary, but gosh did he wish she weren't a paladin so he could be her apprentice and learn to fight like that.
No one else stepped forward to introduce themselves, but his mother had said she wanted them to get introduced too so the auburn-masked pup took the initiative. Puffing out his chest proudly, he stepped forward. "My name is Artur," he started with every ounce of dignity and arrogance a pup could possibly pack into a sentence. "I'm going to learn to fight. I will be the best warrior in the whole world and make all the wolves everywhere respect my family's name." He gave a decisive nod, his expression fierce. Well, as fierce as a puppy's face can be, anyway.
But then the adults started introducing themselves and talking about their jobs, and Artur set himself to listen intently. Well, two of them did, anyway, and the first one who spoke up said he was an Adravendi, causing Artur to stare with narrowed eyes at him. An Adravendi? Mom had said that the rest of their family had been lost and she'd never found them. And who was this Regulus? Was he one of the ones that his mother had said their great-grandfather had adopted? No, probably not, if this guy was Regulus' younger brother. It was probably their mom or dad that had been adopted in and they'd just kept borrowing the Adravendi name. The guy said he was a legionary, though, which was what Artur wanted to be, so Artur kept the rather pointed questions that threatened to spill out to himself rather than offend someone who might end up as his mentor.
The dark-colored female was the only other one to speak up, saying things that... sounded like she'd meant them to be funny but Artur didn't really get the joke. He did understand what she said about her job, though, and his own eyes lit up with enthusiasm. She'd gotten to cut up someone's eyes? Yes! That! That was the job he wanted. Well, not the healing part. He would leave that to Geoffrey and Viviane, since they were so keen on it. He probably wouldn't get her as a mentor, since she wasn't actually a legionary, but gosh did he wish she weren't a paladin so he could be her apprentice and learn to fight like that.
No one else stepped forward to introduce themselves, but his mother had said she wanted them to get introduced too so the auburn-masked pup took the initiative. Puffing out his chest proudly, he stepped forward. "My name is Artur," he started with every ounce of dignity and arrogance a pup could possibly pack into a sentence. "I'm going to learn to fight. I will be the best warrior in the whole world and make all the wolves everywhere respect my family's name." He gave a decisive nod, his expression fierce. Well, as fierce as a puppy's face can be, anyway.