Ganja

*Epiphron* · 09-24-2013, 09:56 AM

It had been some time since she had conversed with anyone who was not immediately family -- though, this male was related to Maverick in some way. It was refreshing, and she found herself leaning a bit closer to him. She was certain if she hadn't settled down with her husband relatively early, she would have become quite the flirt; it was in her nature. And yet she had learned to contain herself, not merely out of respect for Maverick, but because she truly did love him. Behind her, her tail waved happily, brushing aside fallen leaves and pine needles.

"Well, you certainly shouldn't rush yourself," she said, nodding slowly as she watched him. He was quite the looker -- and a gentleman to. Anyone would be crazy for not wanting to be with him.

Themisto began to speak about what seemed to be plaguing his mind, and she listened carefully. He'd met someone! But... didn't know how to follow her. "Yes, I grew up in Valhalla," she said, her voice laced with undeniable pride. "I might know her. No promises though. What's her name, Themisto?" Epiphron was curious, and a bit hopeful. How interesting would it be if he had met a fellow Valhallan? Already they had secured their alliance to Seracia in royal marriage, and she could only imagine that such a union might strengthen them even further.

(Pfft, not shit at all!)

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