A token for the Lady

His liquid mercury stare found her eyes quickly, but he seemed relatively stoic. His features remained neutral as she offered up her greeting and he made his way closer with a wag of his tail. She towered over him, and Poem felt no threat from him. Lament didn’t let on to his inner thoughts or the recognition beneath, but that was fine. Poem had no recollection of him at all. She brushed off the odd gestures he made and focused more on his words he had a name that might have fit in with her own kin, but she couldn’t say he looked anything close to a Destruction wolf.

”Poem Destruction,” She returned with a smile and a nod of her head. ”It’s nice to meet you.” She told him politely before she got to the thick of her eagerness to meet him. After her last encounter with a stranger she was much more cautious about opening up. Though Lament seemed nothing like Sparhawk. ”Might I ask a favor of you?” Her main goal was not and would not be forgotten. Find honey and the create mead from it with her new.. friend? They’d kissed and cuddled but there was no semblance of commitment between them. Poem knew she very much liked him though.

”I’m on a quest to harvest some honey…” She gestured to the supplies brought with her and the pale cat at her side. ”Would you be willing to help me? I’d certainly make sure you got a share…” She trailed off, uncertain if she even had a right to ask him the favor.

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