somewhere only we know
pack meeting
11-22-2020, 08:39 AM
The relief she had at being reunited with the lands she was born in was obvious on her features and the way she relaxed against her sister. A grin played on her dark features and for the first time in a long time Poem felt like life was returned to normal. There were still trials to be had and faced but Abaven was feeling brighter and looking forward. Brows raised in question at the unfamiliar faces, the smaller wolf next to Octave and the she wolf that appeared right before Theory spoke. She had a familiar scent on her and Poem was reminded of Eligos. She gave a questioning look towards Theo, but she was sure there would soon be an explanation.
She wasn’t particularly nervous about the Abraxas name, she had her experience with Eligos to mostly go off of. He had been a polite gentleman, and had she not found Sparhawk she might have pursued him more seriously. Poem knew vaguely of the Abraxas occupation on Abaven, other than Corvus and maybe her father she didn’t think anyone truly remembered that time in the pack’s history. With that said though, Poem would never allow something like that to happen again. Abaven was much stronger than they’d ever been, and no one would take away their freedom a second time.
Still, the woman smiled eager to hear about their guest and what liberties they were given with the Hallows, she knew that her grandmother especially would appreciate that deal. Perhaps she would convince Sparhawk to go with her… She lost her train of thought but managed to offer Svala a quick nod of welcome along with Thalia before her attention was shifted to Theo’s last newcomer. Poem looked to Theory, suddenly suspicious as the reason for her trickery emerged from the brush.
Poem couldn’t help the small gasp of surprise that fell from her lips as Sparhawk approached her. She had all of his attention and the grin that spread over her face said it all. She didn’t care that they were surrounded by the whole pack. Her striped white tail wagged enthusiastically at her hips as she stood to meet him, speechless. She sat as he did, finding herself leaning into his shoulder. Blue and lavender eyes held just for him as she forgot the rest of the group around her. Poem just barely kept herself from giving him an eager smooch, preferring not to give her father a heart attack just yet.
She calmed herself enough to take up where Theory left off. ”This is Sparhawk.” She tried to return her gaze to the rest of the pack, but she had to return her attention to the one she wished to call hers. After everything they’d been through so far Poem was more and more certain of her love for him. ”He’s my joy,” she admitted softly, feeling odd to confess to the whole of Abaven. ”He’s beyond talented at his craft, and will protect Abaven with the same ferocity as any of us.” She almost went on to announce her intentions, as she’d previously told Theory all about, but thought it better to discuss with her father before telling everyone she wished to be wed to him. The hint was there, and she’d further that clue as she gave him a sweet and soft peck on the cheek.
She wasn’t particularly nervous about the Abraxas name, she had her experience with Eligos to mostly go off of. He had been a polite gentleman, and had she not found Sparhawk she might have pursued him more seriously. Poem knew vaguely of the Abraxas occupation on Abaven, other than Corvus and maybe her father she didn’t think anyone truly remembered that time in the pack’s history. With that said though, Poem would never allow something like that to happen again. Abaven was much stronger than they’d ever been, and no one would take away their freedom a second time.
Still, the woman smiled eager to hear about their guest and what liberties they were given with the Hallows, she knew that her grandmother especially would appreciate that deal. Perhaps she would convince Sparhawk to go with her… She lost her train of thought but managed to offer Svala a quick nod of welcome along with Thalia before her attention was shifted to Theo’s last newcomer. Poem looked to Theory, suddenly suspicious as the reason for her trickery emerged from the brush.
Poem couldn’t help the small gasp of surprise that fell from her lips as Sparhawk approached her. She had all of his attention and the grin that spread over her face said it all. She didn’t care that they were surrounded by the whole pack. Her striped white tail wagged enthusiastically at her hips as she stood to meet him, speechless. She sat as he did, finding herself leaning into his shoulder. Blue and lavender eyes held just for him as she forgot the rest of the group around her. Poem just barely kept herself from giving him an eager smooch, preferring not to give her father a heart attack just yet.
She calmed herself enough to take up where Theory left off. ”This is Sparhawk.” She tried to return her gaze to the rest of the pack, but she had to return her attention to the one she wished to call hers. After everything they’d been through so far Poem was more and more certain of her love for him. ”He’s my joy,” she admitted softly, feeling odd to confess to the whole of Abaven. ”He’s beyond talented at his craft, and will protect Abaven with the same ferocity as any of us.” She almost went on to announce her intentions, as she’d previously told Theory all about, but thought it better to discuss with her father before telling everyone she wished to be wed to him. The hint was there, and she’d further that clue as she gave him a sweet and soft peck on the cheek.
