Gift of the Gods

Evelette's tail gently drifted back and forth behind her, overjoyed at seeing the warrior she had grown to become such good friends with. Why were there not more souls such as this? The earth would be such a better place! He would inquire, of course, about her first, a true gentleman if she had ever met one and an easy smile would drift across her maw. Before she had the chance to reply Chrysanthe would draw forward, she arrived without speaking and Evelette took this as a go ahead to answer him.

?I have been well my friend! I haven't seen the young lad that recruited me into Valhalla, I do hope he is well, but I have been fine, adjustments of course, but nothing I believe I cant handle.? A warm smile was given too Adonis, before a gentle flush covered her cheeks and the flustered dame shifted. ?Where are my manners? Chrysanthe may I introduce a dear friend, this is Adonis, Adonis this is Chrysanthe, the Queen of Valhalla.? The dame introduced them cordially, she had never personally met Chrysanthe. But she supposed now was as good a time as any.

Speech!