Arrangements On the Table [Eligos]

He was agreeable to the flag, and she offered a light smile. She could see it now, billowing in the western breeze to stand sentinel over Aerie’s lands. Again, her eyes studied him as he spoke on. It was good to hear that he had new members. While it might mean that one day Aerie could be contracted to raid Valhalla with those new members, it also meant that Aerie was a bigger buffer between other packs and Valhalla. One day someone could siege Valhalla, and if, by some miracle Valhalla secured an Alliance someday, an ally next door was a valuable thing.

His admittance to his brother’s death squeezed her chest. It was an unspoken apology of sorts. He was level now, rather than the blind, vengefully malicious beast in the swamp. Her eyes drifted away. Her brother could be alive out there, but she hadn’t seen him in so long… And Mother? Nolan? All those that had disappeared?

“’I’m sorry for your loss’ never sounds sincere, does it… Especially from someone who never even knew them… It’s like a storm inside that never really goes away. And it’s full of claws and rage and screaming.”

There was a brush of caverns and midnight in her voice, a genuine statement of personal knowledge, though it was as steady as his own, as was her expression, though there was a thread of that chilling, feral rage in her eyes before she banished it and straightened, head cocking as she locked eyes with him.

“I look forward to knocking off some rust…. Three weeks from now? Two at the soonest?”

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think