Somewhere to belong

She nodded her head, listening as he spoke on the ideals the pack had been founded upon. “I suppose I should also share a few things about myself, so you know what you're getting into before accepting me.” She’d never voluntarily joined a pack before, so she wasn’t sure exactly on the correct prodecure to do so. So she went with the policy of ‘honesty was best.’ “I was sold into slavery when I was a few months old, and went from master to master until I was one. The Armada and the Hallows both had a hand in buying my freedom, and consequently I have connections with both of them.” She would have a home in the Hallows if only she asked. Artorias would let in the stranger she had become. But she couldn’t do it. She needed to prove… to prove that she had her own strength. That she could make her own choices.

“I don’t know what the rank Migrant stands for, but I’ll take it. I can prove my worth and work into what rank suits me once you’ve finalised and stabilised your choices.” She said, the idea of checking in before she went anywhere was a new one to her. From no freedom, to complete freedom. Now she would be accepting conditional freedom. Life was strange, sometimes.


"Lia"