Salutations and Well Wishes

The shimmering white Archangel wasn’t kept waiting for long before a dark based woman arrived. Aurielle took her in with a curious look. Somehow, this wasn’t how she’d imagined Sparrow Destruction to look. But the woman was lovely, indeed, with her cloak of white ticking, stark white facial markings and the long blue feather tucked behind one ear. A flicking glance at the woman’s tail told Rielle that she bore more white flecking there, too.

A warm smile greeted the woman as she came to a stop but faltered slightly – not in any sense of displeasure, but mild surprise – as the woman introduced herself, not as Sparrow, but Shaye Destruction. Not Sparrow, but certainly the leader.

Aurielle’s head tipped slightly as she met Shaye’s blue eyes, studying her with interest for a moment before she dipped her head gracefully and responded easily, “I am Aurielle Adravendi, Archangel of Celestial, a pack in the west of Boreas. I had come here to check in with Abaven’s alphess, Sparrow, but I see the leadership’s changed again since I last spoke with one of your pack’s members. I do apologize for how long it’s taken me to get my tail over here.”

Her head tilted into a slightly self-mocking chuckle as she added, “I’ve been somewhat out of sorts of late.” Then her spine straightened as she smiled at Shaye and went on, “Celestial and Abaven have been longstanding allies since my grandmother founded our pack, and I wished to reach out and see if such a relation is still welcomed. I, and my secondary – or Right Wing – Gwenevere Adravendi are open to trade and interpack interaction. We’ve become rather insular through the last several years, and I’d like to remedy that.”

Insular… damned quiet is more correct…

A rustle of paws behind her turned her head, and she grinned, turning back to Shaye as Aelloshir came to sit at her right, slightly behind, Ayodele leaping from the black mountain lion’s back to Aurielle’s, drawing a faint grunt from the Archangel as she introduced, “This is Ayodele,” with a toss of her head back toward the ringtailed lemur, before tipping it to the cat and finishing as Loshir bowed his head, “And that is Aelloshir. My companions, and in the case of Delle, hairdresser.”

Ayodele beamed between Aurielle's ears at the Abaven leader, proving the last word as she drew the strands of mane that had managed to fall forward between Aurielle's ears during her travels back and toyed with them, remarking to Shaye, "That feather looks lovely against your coat, miss."

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