Beauty is Vayne

Vayne was never far from that of the area of the band, Azriel was now his Lord and would show him the same respect that he would show his sister Atreyu. A flick of his tail as he rose up from his spot of rest. Hoping that he did not have him waiting for too long. "Grüße, Azriel. Es ist eine Weile her und ich freue mich, dass es dir gut geht. (Greetings Azriel. It has been a while and I am glad to see you well.)" What he said was truer than anything. Azriel was more wise than them all due to his age and maturity. A smile crossed his lips.

"Ich hoffe, ich habe Sie nicht zu lange warten lassen. (I hope I did not keep you waiting too long.)" He lowered down upon his hind quarters, he known that they had to speak of the whole arranged marriage. But Vayne had known about it for a while, even back in Judila before the disaster that had taken place.