Wind in the Willows

*Azalea* · 08-07-2013, 09:30 AM

He had no words to spare her in response to where her name came from, however he did grin. She was less worried by him now, easing into the way she normally behaved. He laughed as she spoke of her mother, amused enough that it took him more than a second to grow quiet again. His silence didn't last though, words falling through his smirk.

"That might be true. But from my point of view, not learning how to fight is just as greedy too. Your mother doesn't have to deal with deliberately killing another of her kind. She can walk through life with fewer sins upon her shoulders, letting others carry that weight instead. Plus, believing that she doesn't have it in her to fight might just be a lie so simple that she trusts it with her whole heart. I, for one, would put my next meal that if it was some stranger she doesn't know or you, her flesh and blood, she would still fight. Mother instincts are a bit hard to overcome. Is that true, darling Azalea?" Azalea shrugged, "Well, perhaps but I'm far to young to know first hand and I tend to keep myself separate from motherly things." She made a face, sneering a bit at the thought of having to do den-mother work or having pups pulling at her tits. No, she was just fine being young and totally oblivious. "You'd have to meet my mother." She said finally, her voice a bit of a mumble.

Their conversation rolled on, away from her mother and motherly instincts. It was a change for the better. "Well, I am a traveler. I follow directions the winds are blowing and reap what Nature has sown. I have never heard of any Valhalla pack, so I am going to say no, I am not from your home. If you wish to tell me about it, go ahead. I am always interested to learn about new places." His reply came a bit late and was thoughtful as the words fell from his lips. Azalea pictured him literally following the winds. What did he do in the desert when dirt devils came up? Did he run in circles chasing his tail? He wanted to know of Valhalla, curious and perhaps nothing more. "Valhalla is only a portion of the region, its really not all too far from here. I believe we are still the largest pack. There are other packs, of course, Seracia, Ludicael, Glaciem, Amenti, and Tortuga. Valhalla is ruled by the Adravendi's, my kin. My aunt, Chrysanthe is our leader and my other aunt , Epiphron, wed Maverick the Prince of Seracia. My other aunt and my uncle held Glaciem for a very short stint but she chose to abandon her seat and now is god knows where surely about to pop, last I knew she was pregnant."

When she realized she was rambling she stopped, laughing a bit, "but anyway, if you haven't figured it out already my last name is Adravendi. I am Heir to Valhalla. Before Chrysanthe, Epiphron held the crown, before her my father, and then before my father my grandfather." So maybe she was bragging... just a little. She smiled winningly, "But I don't always say my last name, clearly I'm awesome enough with out." She puffed out her chest, these last words showing both how arrogant she could be and that she was still not all grown up.

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