sit, stay, roll over

Aurielle, the perceptive creature that she was, hadn’t missed the slight dampening of Malalia’s features when the subject of Cairo’s brother was brought up. There was something there, and it matched some of what Cairo had mentioned. He hadn’t gone into too much detail, being respectful of the girl’s personal life, but he had mentioned that something must have happened to have someone as young as she out alone from what must have been a happy, loving family.

She didn’t press on that wound. Eventually, Malalia might open up and let the festering wound in her soul drain out, and let it heal, but it would always be best if it was the girl’s choice to let it all out. She grinned as Malalia remarked on Cai’s hard training, a bit of sass sparking in her eye as she nodded.

“Oh, I do. He wants to rise high, and I like his reasoning for climbing it. He’s never been one for personal gain.”

Dele stroked three fingers into Rielle’s mane, nimble hands getting to work weaving a thin braid, then unweaving it. Loshir, meanwhile, had taken to scanning the surroundings of the river, which was his usual way.

Aurielle smiled as Malalia admitted she’d never been to a festival, and her head tipped as she remarked, “Well, perhaps this one may be your first. It will be open to all, and I intend to hold a tournament along with it.”

She chuckled, nodding as she added, “Oh, definitely in bed. I may get shouted at if I don’t go straight to the furs when I get home. But it’s worth it to get out there and meet with the alphas, and reaffirm old bonds, make new ones. I’m glad to have met you as well.”

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