Luneil's Daughter [Sirius/Zee/Armada welcome]

She gave a rueful grumble of an amused, “You’re telling me…” before cocking her head slightly in thought, wondering if she had anything that might interest him. Quietly, she was glad Paladin had suggested starts of the herbs she’d brought, and the bottom of the pack was damp with the water in the soil around the root balls. The other baubles were wrapped carefully in oilskins to keep the dirt, leaves and moisture off them.

She smiled lightly, shrugging. “Even if you decide not to trade, I hope you won’t mind if I just give the bag to you. I mean to visit Abaven to see if our alliance still stands there and to touch bases, so this isn’t the only sack I have, and I’ve no intention of carrying them all back with me. However, feel free to look through the pack. There are many starts of herbs that grow best in our area. Your healers may like to add to their collections. Trinkets, baubles and jewelry chains.”

She paused thoughtfully. However, a rustle of paws caught her attention, followed shortly by a chipper, familiar voice. An easy smile pulled at her lips as she greeted lightly, “Hello, Skyfire. It’s good to see you well.”

The next arrival was a pup – huge, with curiously large, bearlike paws, and was undeniably one of Sirius’ kids, judging by the markings and large saber fangs – who was also undeniably rude. However much she loved children, she was also of the opinion that behavior like that was not to be tolerated. It was down to his father to deliver the physical discipline if he was of that sort, but her rebuke was subtle.

She simply locked eyes with the boy for a long, hard moment, before looking through him as though he was suddenly gone from her sight as her eyes turned to Sirius with a smile, unflappable, and genuinely congratulatory as she remarked, “You have children. My congratulations to you; it’s always good to hear of new lives.”

Her head tipped thoughtfully as she added, “I intend to hold another festival in the near future. I haven’t set a date in stone quite yet, but when I do, I’d like to extend an invitation to the packs at this end of Boreas. I hope to improve upon my last festival. Would you and yours be interested in attending? No strings attached.”

There was no held breath as she waited patiently to see what he thought. She wouldn’t be insulted if he declined. After all, not all packs were into the whole festivities thing.

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