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Momma's Bad Side



Kirsi

Loner

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7 Years
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Snake EyesVolcanoChristmas 2019
04-16-2019, 03:15 PM (This post was last modified: 04-16-2019, 03:16 PM by Kirsi.)
Whether or not he was surprised by her answer, Kirsi couldn't know for sure. The rather drastic coloration of the wolves in her and Ignatius's homelands... well, she was beginning to realize it wasn't quite so common elsewhere. While she wouldn't see similarities between the two of them as Song might, it wasn't an outrageous thought that they might be somehow distantly related, perhaps spanning back dozens of generations. If there was any relation, it was too distant to pay any mind to whatsoever - though she wouldn't be alarmed if he'd phrased his question in a more straightforward way.

"As am I," Kirsi agreed, hardly skipping a beat. She was smiling faintly, deciding there was no possible way to stress just how glad she was that they'd not only found one another, but that Ignatius was willing to give her a chance. To give the truth a chance. They had made miles to go before much progress was made in their reconciliation but both of them seemed content to simply enjoy one another's presence for now, unburdened by their painful history, if but for a short while.

Did she like Fyri so far? Perhaps she had been a bit distracted by her reunion with Ignatius that she'd neglected to learn some of the finer details of this pack he'd created. She made a mental note to connect with him on a more serious note, about his goals and desires for this empire of his. "I do." There's nowhere I'd rather be, she thought to herself, though she knew better than to admit that. Anywhere Ignatius was, she would want to be.  "And what about you? Does Fyri suit a handsome man like yourself?" There was no real hint of flirtatiousness in her voice, despite her words - she knew words were a powerful tool and she'd let Song interpret what she meant to imply.. or not imply. Either way he chose to take it.  "I presume Ignatius's ideals fit with your own?" Kirsi's eyes narrowed curiously as she studied him, a brow quirking.