Sickness, Succession
Sirius, or other high rank
Kaizer's eyes opened wide, the seriousness in Sirius tone was something she'd never experienced before. She'd never had to deal with these sorts of situations in her childhood. She had dreamed of being a knight, a warrior, now she felt like an utter failure. What was she thinking the night she slipped away. Hazy with a fever, feeling like her paws were dripping every step of the way. She had coughed, she had laid in a cool stream just to make herself feel better. Eventually... the illness had passed. Yet her hunting endevors during this harsh winter alone hadn't been great. Sirius however, regarded her with respect. Something about being a part of pack made her feel like she belonged and he himself.... Kaizer thought for a moment, he reminded her of her father before he had passed during the war.
She stood then, shaky on her paws but she stood her ground looking at Sirius. "Then I'll have to get better faster." she said with an amount of confidence in her unshaken voice. Her eyes softened, but she certainly hoped Sirius understood how much this meant to her. "The Armada is my home. I've never felt like I've belonged so much somewhere. My heart ached missing you, missing Asla and the rest. I wont ever make a mistake like this again. Thank you Sirius, I really do thank you." Kaizer was not a swayer with words, she didn't know how to express what she wanted. Of course she was in no condition for these tests now, but maybe... maybe she could rekindle what friendship she had left with Asla. From what it sounded, the princess had grown in the ranks and somehow this made her happy. |