a trip down memory lane

The man, though seemingly uncomfortable, agreed to join her. Iolaire nodded and began nosing into her pack. He was a big guy, so she pulled out a few strips of the herb soaked steaks. After placing a few beside her where he might rest, she pulled one out for herself and placed it between snowy toes.

After settling himself a respectable distance away, he gave his name, which Iolaire accepted with a nod, as was her way. "I am Iolaire Akeldama. Healer and Ambassador of the Ashen Armada." The tiny woman flashed a momentary grin "It's a mouthful, I know." She knew nothing of the Abraxas line. Nor anything of the pack that the brute was a part of. It didn't matter anyway. Iolaire was a firm believer in judging someone for their actions rather than their home or upbringing. If he conducted himself well, things would go well. If he didn't, then she'd look upon him negatively.

Silence settled between them as the pair ate. Iolaire held the dried meat with her paws, tearing off bites which she chewed thoroughly before swallowing. Once her meat was gone, the diminutive fae licked any clinging remnants from the pristine white fur. She then took a deep breath and released it long and easy. This was a lovely place and she was quite appreciative that her company wasn't a chatterbox. It was easier to soak up the atmosphere that way.