Moonlight on the Cliff [Skyfire]

The Spirit watched Skyfire with some bemused amusement as the young wolf fairly danced in triumph around her at the revelation of her rank. According to Cai, the girl was a proclaimed princess of some far-off land.

As the girl took in her mention of the young man, Aurielle observed the flutter of emotions that flashed across the girl’s face—first puzzlement, then realization and nervous embarrassment and attempted nicety… then resignation as the girl understood that honesty was a more sensible path.

The Spirit smiled gently at the admission, muzzle dipping slightly with a direct look in the girl’s emerald eyes. “Not at all. I know my cousin. He’s a good, kind young man who wants to do his best for the pack. He competes not with others, but with himself, always wishing to be better than he was the day before. A Queen is not the wolf who sits above the people, pointing and ordering and sitting pretty. It is she who serves her people, stands beside them, and promises them safety, wealth, and ambition. She fights beside her people, inspires them to strive and live and love. It is give, and it is take. You accept their service and, in return, you give yourself to them.”

To Skyfire’s exclamations over her appearance, she gave a simple cock of her head, brow-points lifting in faint amusement. “I’m not entirely sure. The world works in strange ways.”

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think