After relaying the news of their new neighbor’s presence to Ardyn, rather than heading back out into the field immediately, she had decided to stick around home- the word caught in her mind. Home. It was going to take a while to get accustomed to that. It had been a long time since she had considered herself home. Of course, she had been with Valhalla for the better part of a season now, but getting to acknowledge the sense of belonging- well, that was something entirely different.
Though, she wasn’t given much more time to dwell on it. The tones of a masculine voice unknown to her echoed on the wind. Though it wasn’t anything formal, just an acknowledgement of return. And with it, her curiosity officially peaked. Cassiela exited her den, her ears perked as she pinpointed the direction it had come from once outside. And with a lively step, she found her way towards its source. She traced a worn path through tall grass to one of the streams that cut through the territory. It was there her emerald gaze fell on a neutral toned brute, a fair amount larger than she herself in height and tone. And while his dampened coat still dripped from the brief cleanse he had obviously just taken, she still didn’t have any problems seeing that travel fatigued expression and posture that she had known all too well.
Realizing she had been gawking a little longer than she should have, she quickly found her voice. “Hello …” The ashen fae began, scrambling in her mind to put her thoughts to words. “Sorry to interrupt-” she suddenly interjected, wanting to apologize for lingering on the tail of a personal moment. “Are you Drachen, by chance?” She finally asked. Ardyn had mentioned the presence of an existing scout. He had just been out on an extended trip, and she hadn’t yet had the opportunity to introduce herself. But now could very well be her chance.
