Black and Gold

She had been waiting anxiously for the return of those who had been at the battlefield, wanting to hear what had happened. Would everyone return, would some not, how badly injured were they? Not only that but she felt the very strong need to apologize to Chrysanthe, she didn't mean to put them in further danger by just being a spectator.

So when the call rang out she was already gone, not waiting for her father, just wanted to get to the woman as soon as possible. Paws carried her quickly over the Valhallan territory, mismatched orbs focused on the path ahead of her. Was the Alphess fine? She hoped so.

Within minutes the girl slowed to a walk as the woman came within sight, wounds bleeding on her face and body, it made Seraphine cringe a bit. "Miss Chrysanthe!" She called, voice a bit shaky as she stopped just a few feet away, her head level with her shoulders. "I'm so sorry for going when I shouldn't have, I just wanted to watch from a distance a little bit." Her eyes were wide, gulping. "I would like to make it up to you, to help in anyway I can. Please." Her voice was full of worry, sorry, and guilt, but also determination to fix her error. "Is everyone okay?"

She knew the mistake she had done and wanted to try fixing it by helping the woman out whichever way she possibly could. Chrysanthe wanted her to heal anyone injured, she would learn how to use herbs. Hunt, she would, become a warrior, she definitely would.


"normal.
talk.
think.
you"