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Iolaire!
05-15-2020, 08:30 AM
Aggie drank in Iolaire's words like a dying woman offered her last sip of water. A bit dramatic perhaps, but what was she supposed to do about it? This was marvelous. She had never seen anything like it, and her mind was suddenly overflowing with ideas of her own. She had never seen such things, and as such never considered the possibilities, but perhaps with a bit of help she might one day have a place like this of her own. "And the cottage, did you build that as- Oop." He jaw clamped shut around the words as Aggie realized that they were no longer alone. Well, well, now this was a proper brute of a man. He held an aura of authority about him and while he looked disquieted he spoke to Iolaire gently. Was this the brother she had spoken of? The Warlord who ran the pack? Io had neglected to mention that he was massive and came sporting fangs. She watched, still in shock, as Io bounded forward to kiss the brute's cheek. Aggie did her best to recover, then dipped her head in a quick, low bow to greet him. She'd have to make some quick assumptions here and hope she didn't put a paw wrong. "Ah, yes. I'm Asgeira Aldfinnr, it's good to meet you. Iolaire and I met earlier in the willow grove just beyond your borders. Am I right in assuming you are the brother she spoke of who rules these lands?" She offered him a smile, and tried not to look too tense about it. Ylva nodded to the man as well, but remained silent. "Your work here is remarkable. I'm hoping she and I might be able to swap secrets of the trade." It wasn't that she was scared of the consequences of her being here, so much as she was wary of wolves she did not know. After all, Iolaire had assured her it would be fine so she would have to trust that. And sure, if he wanted to flay her for trespassing could he at least let her see the garden first? She shifted her paws, waiting to see what the warlord might make of the situation. "TALK" "YOU" THINK |
