When he stepped aside, she took it as an invitation to check things out. An invitation in which she was happy to oblige. It took a moment after crossing the threshold to allow her eyes an opportunity to adjust. But what she was met with when they did focus was actually quite cozy. When she felt up to it, she would find something to fluff the sleeping quarters. But Cassiela wasn’t given much time to contemplate that when it seemed that her mind was read. “You are far too kind.” She said sheepishly. The ashen fae simply wasn’t used to this kind of investment in a guest. Her own family was very independent. Strength was a key virtue … if you could consider it as such. If you couldn’t take care of yourself, you were treated as if you didn’t belong. The Valhallan treatment was the polar opposite. Her pride was beginning to make it difficult to accept gift after gift.
However, before she could begin to insist that the extra furnishings were unnecessary, her attention was called for on a sudden introduction. More or less, an answer on who else to answer to. Aurielle. The ghostly glow that she had spotted earlier. However, now that she stood up close, she would describe her more as the embodiment of moonlight. Just as beautifully poetic as it sounded. Aurielle offered her a welcome, but the pearlescent fae went straight into a discussion of conduct. “Thank you.” Cassi said lightly, dipping her chin slightly in greeting. “I’m Cassiela.” Offering her own name before going on to consider what would be her strengths. It was a lot harder said than done, so as to not seem like a liability in front of her hosts.
There was no flattering way to put it, she had never really had formal responsibilities. Or at least, not in a sense of rank and duty. Like all females in the north- or at least what she had known as the north, she really had no idea where she was in relation to her homeland- she was the responsibility of her father. She simply did what she was told. When he passed, she was left to her brothers until she was pawned off for political standing. That being said, while she was at home … she spent most of her time away. “I guess you could say that I was a scout of sorts. I spent a lot of time working independently outside of the territory.” She said hesitantly. “I also aided in maintaining a relationship with a neighboring pack.” That was a nice way to put it. She’d leave it at that though. She wasn’t interested in pity or understanding. “Though I don’t expect an outsider to be involved in that here.” Cassiela quickly added as an edge of humor broke in her tone. It was paired with a matching smirk a the corner of her lips that didn’t fade as she went through her haphazard resume. “I have a basic understanding of healing- not enough to do anything extensive. But enough to be an extra set of paws for someone who could ..." She paused briefly before continuing. "I’m also not that talented of a hunter, but I won’t starve. And I can help ensure that others won’t either.” That was finished in more of a vow. However, fighting, defending, and raiding … not her strong suit. That wasn’t a woman’s place, as far as the Impératorias were concerned, therefore, she was never given an opportunity to develop those skills. “But if you need something specific, I can certainly learn.” She finally insisted after a brief pause. One thing she could say for herself was she wasn't dumb by any means. She would do whatever it took to be useful. Even if it was something she had no experience in.
