Results of Hard Work

Pitch had swished her tea around enough that it was still warm, but cool enough to drink. The woman lifted the dish to obsidian lips and sipped. Gold and pumpkin eyes closed and she released a sigh of pleasure. "This is a very good blend," the fae admitted. "Compliments to your herbalist." Pitch was a bit of a tea aficionado. Tea was very important where she came from and was used in many ceremonies and events as well as consumed daily by the family.

Pointed, midnight ears shifted forward as Sirius spoke of his pack, it's origins, and where it was headed. He was a little cryptic with the last part. "And where is the Armada headed? What direction have you chosen?" Though big and powerful, Sirius didn't strike Pitch as the kind for warmongering. Perhaps he had once been that way, but there was a kindness to him that was obvious. "I would not mind to hear your opinions on the other packs. It's good to see what others might think, though I'll still visit each on my own time." Again, the exotic fae sipped her tea, once more making a sound of pleasure.

"Pitch"