GENESIS

When Isardis turned his attention towards her, Irin gave a little start, her blue eyes widening as he addressed her. His words were not sharp, but she seemed startled by them all the same. Was he angry? Irin hoped not. She adored Isardis, and Glaciem, and generally speaking wanted to avoid doing anything that might get her, say, kicked out of Glaciem. No, Irin would rather avoid that fate if at all possible.

Still, Isardis didn't seem to be unduly upset. So Irin simply wagged her tail at him, a grin crossing her features, "I will do my best to raise him so that he will bring honor to Glaciem." Irin answered Isardis, her serious tone at odds with her happy body language. She had done her best to look serious, but Irin couldn't stop her tail from wagging enthusiastically in the air behind her.

She turned then to the young pup with what she hoped was a comforting smile on her features, "My name is Irin. What's yours?"



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