life is way too short to take it slow

*Iolaire* · (This post was last modified: 11-03-2019, 06:37 PM by Iolaire.)

Iolaire had been out scouring the rocks for anything that she might find useful. So far she'd found damn near nothing. A small rabbit had crossed her path and she'd gobbled it up. That was a plus. She'd never been in the habit of joining others for group meals. She liked to be entirely self sufficient. Or.. at least mostly self sufficient. There was one thing that she couldn't do and that one thing was what had placed her in the warlords service.

Padding along, a bit of sound caught the woman's attention. A sigh of sad exasperation met blackened ears and, curiously, Iolaire altered her course. Rounding one of the many strange stones, she came upon the form of none other than the empress herself. In the muted light of the night, she could see the tears on the larger woman's face. Under other circumstances, she might have just turned and walked off. However, the two toned fae was important to Sirius.

Moving forward, the small wolf cleared her throat, letting the other woman know that she was no longer alone. "Deathbelle, are you alright?" Seeing the pain on the woman's face brought genuine concern into the diminutive dame's tone. She left a bit of distance between them lest the woman expressed her wish to be alone.

"Speech"

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