I Like To Move It, Move It.

*Iolaire* · (This post was last modified: 11-12-2019, 12:17 PM by Iolaire.)

The man truly was charming. As they walked, conversation was light and easy, unlike the load that he pulled. It seemed as though he was pacing himself though. Smart. Nice to see that he wasn't some big, show-off lug head. Her brother might have pulled the sleigh as fast as he could manage and made her ride it on top of that. He was silly though and she expected such things of him. Always thinking she was a delicate flower... It was endearing, but it got annoying sometimes. They'd never gotten into it, but Iolaire had lived through period of extreme danger and had made it out unscathed. Well... mostly unscathed. There was that one time... Moving on.

"He's a good man. Takes care of business." She replied when Killian attested to wanting to meet Sirius. "He comes off rather brusque though, so don't take it personally." She imagined it was his way of both asserting dominance and testing those new acquisitions to the pack. She understood. In his place, she may have done something similar. Thankfully, ruling wasn't a desire of hers. She liked doing her own thing with minimal responsibility.

Killian said that he was glad to have saved her some stomping and she laughed along with him. Honestly, she may very well have stomped a bit before going to get Bast. She was very glad that the big boy had come along. She and the poor cat would have been exhausted by the time they made one trip as neither of them were very large. The man pulled her from her thoughts, speaking of lovely company and Iolaire laughed again, eyes glistening with mirth. "Smooth talker."

Their conversation turned to the 'high appraised wolves and Io chuckled, one silver brow raising. "Titles are just words. They don't mean much to me. Anyone can call themselves a King or a Queen. It's actions that show if you're worthy of my loyalty." She listened to him talk of the Kleins and how they had been myths and tales. The woman shook her head lightly. "My father's side of the family was much the same. Some great enigma. In the end, they were no different than you or I." Except for the fact that her father was a murderous tyrant that hunted down her siblings and gutted them before they were six months old.

The conversation shifted again and Killian inquired as to her duties as Ambassador. Io grinned and gave a little shrug while dainty paws ate up the distance alongside him. "As Ambassador, I charm the hell out of other packs. Win allies. Earn the Armada favors. I advise Sirius and Zee when necessary and sometimes when not. Really though, I just want to build a garden and cultivate my poison collection." With a motion of her skull, she asked. "What position do you think you'd like to take on?"/ Probably a fighter and a hunter, but he could surprise her.

"Speech"

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