Of a different Breed

Aria could not help but smirk, this feline, the way he talked was quite interesting, respectful. Perhaps it was just how he was raised, his family teaching him to speak in a way that made him seem like a king. And that's when he introduced himself, Prince Vask Ivanov. So, he was a prince? The wolf would dip her head to him but not because he announced himself as a prince. What was he doing here then? Shouldn't he be with his kingdom? Many questions began to flood the woman's head, an urge bubbling within her to ask, to find answers. But she wouldn't, it was rude to just ask all this stuff about somebody she didn't even know. So she would contain them, wait for a good moment.

"I come from the land of Siberia, a place much like this. Vhere do you hail?" Ears perked up at his voice once again, brows coming together in confusion yet eyes lighting up in curiosity as he named a place she has never heard of. Siberia, it was like these lands? He then proceeded to ask here she come from, and she couldn't help but chuckle, shaking her head lightly with a small shrug of her shoulders. "I am not too sure f where I came from, all I know is that I traveled a fair distance before settling in the place I call home." She spoke softly, a bit silly for not knowing where she was from exactly.

Aria tilted her head a bit before lifting it and looking up to the ceiling above them, green gaze looking through one of many scattered holes. "Alacritia I guess, at least that is what I have heard others call these lands." She said with a slight sigh but to because she was disappointed, the girl just never really thought about it.


"normal.
talk.
think.
you."

Awesome table by Mie <3