The sentiment was obvious in his voice as he described the tradition of storytelling among his pack. While not her own customs, his endearment for them was certainly contagious. With the open invitation, she gleamed. “That sounds fascinating. Yes, I would love to witness an exchange like that.” She answered, genuinely hoping that she would get to take part in an opportunity like that. Even in her weakened state, the pursuit of information was always something that would earn a rise from her. Of course, the Impératorias had their own stories, but she was certain that they were nothing like what Valhalla had to offer. Based on what she had seen from their Ard Rí, these people were a lot warmer than what she had been used to.
Cassiela had been so absorbed in her own thought, that she didn’t notice they had arrived at their destination until she stood at its entrance. Ardyn indicated that there were other accommodations to choose from as he leaned in to inspect it. But she was perfectly content with whatever he had to offer her and would be grateful for it. “No, this is perfect. Thank you.” She said gently. She noted that it was comfortable for him to make his assessment without having to duck. She wondered if perhaps he had stayed here before … or if simply all of his kin were as towering in stature as he was. Even still, she imagined that the answer to that question would become clear in time.
Yet, another thought came to her attention. Her emerald gaze searched for his of dual colors through the intricate glow that adored his features. Yes … it would take her some time to get used to that. “In the coming days, is there anyone I should report to for tasks or information regarding helping out?” She finally managed, wanting direction for the moment she felt able to contribute.
