Desicions, Desicions
09-23-2013, 10:40 AM
everything that drowns me makes me want to fly Perhaps Claire would have been more impressed if this Princeling had been a wolf. As it was, he was simply a large, rather spotted cat. Nothing particularly interesting in Claie's honest opinion. However, the younger Valhallan member seemed to disagree with that statement; words that were entirely foreign rolled off his tongue as he responded to the cat excitedly. She took a moment, allowing Ryker to complete his comment before Claire addressed the cat politely, "It is a pleasure to meet you, Prince Vask." She wasn't sure what the proper way to address a creature that considered itself a prince to be. Claire had discovered many things during her travels, but a prince was not one of them. To the female, this was an entirely foreign concept. In any case, most of her attention was focused on the tiny scrap of fur that the cat had so kindly fed. "Has she introduced herself yet?" Claire inquired lightly, aware that she had not been the first arrival on the scene and rather curious about the fate of the pup that stood before them. What was she doing out here in the company of such a motley crew? It hardly seemed to be the place for such a young pup. A frown crossed Claire's features, but she seemed largely unbothered, and merely vaguely curious. Speech Thought Others |