spill the beans

Eligos simply wanted information - so why did she suddenly begin to feel nervous about divulging what she knew? She wouldn't refrain; there was nothing worse than lying to family, or withholding information from them. Briefly she adjusted her weight from one paw to the other, hoping her discomfort wasn't visible, at least not any more than usual. She hardly noticed the wariness from Eligos himself, she was so lost in her own thoughts. "Yes, I've met Theory before," she admitted after a brief pause. She knew enough to share with him, but where should she begin? It was hardly appropriate to describe her physically, even though those were the first things that suddenly came to mind. She was beautiful - more beautiful than anyone Thalia had ever seen. Her mouth felt dry as she tried to think more logically of the facts she knew. How they'd met seemed unimportant, and after all how could she explain to Eligos that she'd been basically indebted to her for a short while, over a childhood spar?

"I know she came to rule because her mother died, not long after the volcano erupted. She sounds quite level-headed, in terms of leadership. Recently they were betrayed by one of their allies, a pack named Winterfell in the north. Allegedly that pack made a deal with some slavers, and part of the deal was to raid Abaven, though Abaven won." They were strong - Thalia knew that just from talking to Theory, without ever encountering anyone else from within the pack. "They don't sound like a very militaristic pack by any means, but they do sound very close. I know a large majority of the pack is family." Which would make them a tricky one to figure out. Thalia knew the bond of blood was a strong one, one that was often difficult to penetrate, and imagining a world in which Theory and her pack needed Aerie was suddenly quite difficult for her to fathom.