hallmark
cairo!
07-07-2020, 11:12 PM
She listened as Cairo wove the tale. Ear ears flickered, lost in her imagination as Neo was conjured up. The jealous son. And eventually, a traitor to his pack. She couldn’t fathom such a thing, why he felt that the light of his siblings dimmed his own, to such an intense degree. Mal had certainly never felt that way with her own siblings. Had she ever been envious? Of course… but not enough, never enough, to betray the ones she loved.
A soft, wry smile came for the tale of Epiphron and Maverick. Young love was a nice touch, to be sure, but a little more interesting was their allegiances. And Malalia thought she knew where the drama might be going, a secret tryst between wolves from different packs… but she was utterly, jaw-droopingly surprised when Cairo uttered the name of Chrysanthe. She sputtered wordlessly, her whole body stilling as Cairo went on. She had to fight to keep her attention, though, because her brain was stuck a few sentences back. She’d barely expected a betrothal, much less a different bride altogether. Jeez….
But the yearling blinked several times and tuned back in. It seemed Collision was changing the pack left and right — for what reason, she couldn’t guess. And then, Cairo returned. Power was taken and given up several times over, the hierarchy of Valhalla seeming to break apart.
And suddenly, Cairo held her gaze intensely, the scene as vivid in her mind as if it was happening before her very eyes. Her hackles raised in spite of herself, anticipation curling in her gut. Who would win out?
Just as suddenly, her companion relaxed, the suspense washed over in the blink of an eye. Syrinx was beat, order was restored, and it all ended in a giant, happy wedding. She exhaled slowly, as Cairo went over the story he’d told her long before.
She snorted at the question. “You seriously have to ask that? Now you’re just pulling my tail.” She shook her head. “That’s… um, a really rough start. And to think it’s not over yet…”
A soft, wry smile came for the tale of Epiphron and Maverick. Young love was a nice touch, to be sure, but a little more interesting was their allegiances. And Malalia thought she knew where the drama might be going, a secret tryst between wolves from different packs… but she was utterly, jaw-droopingly surprised when Cairo uttered the name of Chrysanthe. She sputtered wordlessly, her whole body stilling as Cairo went on. She had to fight to keep her attention, though, because her brain was stuck a few sentences back. She’d barely expected a betrothal, much less a different bride altogether. Jeez….
But the yearling blinked several times and tuned back in. It seemed Collision was changing the pack left and right — for what reason, she couldn’t guess. And then, Cairo returned. Power was taken and given up several times over, the hierarchy of Valhalla seeming to break apart.
And suddenly, Cairo held her gaze intensely, the scene as vivid in her mind as if it was happening before her very eyes. Her hackles raised in spite of herself, anticipation curling in her gut. Who would win out?
Just as suddenly, her companion relaxed, the suspense washed over in the blink of an eye. Syrinx was beat, order was restored, and it all ended in a giant, happy wedding. She exhaled slowly, as Cairo went over the story he’d told her long before.
She snorted at the question. “You seriously have to ask that? Now you’re just pulling my tail.” She shook her head. “That’s… um, a really rough start. And to think it’s not over yet…”