Silence

The wolf rose and approached, allowing Asla to see just how large he was. Still, there was nothing but cool calm in the fae's amaranthine gaze. She had nothing to fear. Asla had taken down opponents much larger than this black and grey man and she had the scars to prove it. As he drew near, the little bird shifted positions to sit upon his shoulder and a soft huff of amusement ghosted through liver colored nares.

After she questioned him, the brute spoke a single word; "Recruit." Aslatiel gave the man a slow blink before canting her head slightly. "Valta is not in the habit of collecting bodies. I've no qualms against new members seeking entry, but you'll need to give me a little more." The small woman's haunches unfolded and she stood her full, albeit meager height. "What do you have to offer Valta?" The corners of her maw lifted in the barest of smiles and a look of amusement twinkled in her eye. "Aside from your stellar conversational skills, that is." A gentle tease was an easy way of seeing what someone was made of. Could they roll with it or would they find themselves too stuck up and important to realize that a joke was a joke?


"Asla Indarra"