a break, a chat and nothing more

"a pleasure, Lady Aurielle" the woman would respond to her introduction. alphas had various titles to give themselves; King for Acere, Empress for Deathbelle and Spirit for this one. she wondered briefly what title she could gift herself if she got the pack she so sought. yet she pushed that from her mind immediately, else she grow flustered from her growing ambition. instead, she placed her shoulders back and her head high and proud. "yes; I am Heloise cel Mare, Squire of Winterfell."

for now she thought, worried her swirling ideas and aspirations would corrupt her. she focused on Aurielle entirely, shifting her body to stand more comfortably. the rank of a squire was not one she would wish to linger long on, however. Heloise had trained her body and mind to keep up with the growing number of fighters in the land. "is Valhalla well this season?" the woman asked the other, focusing on polite idle chat over very vast questions.