Lady in White

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She had wanted to get to know Viridiana a bit more, but the red woman knew when she wasn't wanted it seemed. Funny how she smelled like this pack, and yet she wasn't treated too well by it's new king - idly the albino wondered just what she was missing between the two. She would watch her leave, returning her smile with a soft expression of her own. Another Sovari - she had searched so hard for her brothers, just knowing that anyone from her once home could be here in Alacritia was enough to lift the woman's spirits. She would seek the other out soon - perhaps sooner than the red woman even realized herself.


With that she would turn her attention back to the King - Taurig. Despite her immediate interest in Vi, she honestly wanted to know more about he and what he wanted to do with this pack. She hoped that he had plans, plans that were his own and not following in any footsteps but his own. Not because the previous leaders had been bad, but because each one had disappeared, leaving little to nothing to build upon. Judging by his words, this place sounded quite nice - peaceful and respectful, but willing to fight should it need to happen. Talk of violence pulled a small frown from the woman's lips, but she wouldn't turn away at Taurig's willingness to protect what was his. That was what made a King a King, wasn't it? Or at the very least it was a part of it.


It simply wasn't enough to impress the dame alone.


Luckily for this male, he was working well toward his way of seeming like a suitable leader to the female. She had asked what he wanted to do with this pack, and he had given her an honest geuine answer. Despite his plans being just that - plans, she wanted to know how it all turned out. "Your Tortuga sounds lovely." She would compliment him, and although it was small and simple, it was genuine. Perhaps she could find residence here and make herself useful to the this male and the wolves within. Of course, she wanted to be near Viridiana for a while as well - she had barely gotten to speak to the woman and this would make things easier.


"I find no qualm with pacifists, I was raised as such." For good reason of course - it seemed their mother was cursed with a rather weak litter. "As an albino I don't do well in sunlight, my eyes and skin are sensitive." Her skin burned when she wasn't careful, and her eyesight became patchy in bright lighting. "I am a medic, and have worked with herbs my entire life. I may be considered delicate, but I have taken care of myself through my craft for years. Perhaps I could offer my services to you and your Kingdom?" There was little else she could do but occasionally hunt. If he turned her away she would understand, but she hoped he would have room for her regardless of her setbacks. Magenta eyes would gently meet the male's own, and she quietly waited for his opinion of her and whether or not she would be accepted here.