You're Gonna Go Far, Kid

Absinth was rather uncomfortable with the situation. Not the whole deal thing, but just sitting in a pack's territory was nerve wracking enough, especially since she had never been apart of one before. Sure, a kingdom, but that was a different thing all together. Based on different social orders, different laws. The Warlord's territory was expansive and impressive. The market place had been a unique experience, and the promise of her armor and weaponry was... thrilling. But there was still something she needed to get done first.

So here she was, waiting for her end of the deal to arrive. The grandson of Sirius, which was a child, she assumed. Did she have to be mindful of her speaking? All she had to do was spar him a few times, teach him some of her worldly knowledge and then she was off to the Sound again. Easy. Right? Oh, fuck. What if he was an arrogant little shit? Absinth threw her head back, looking up at the sky and mustering up enough patience to handle whatever the case might be with... some amount of grace.

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