wasted time

The legends of her forebears were undying, and yet Aoede couldn’t have been more of an unknown soul. So independent and reclusive was she. The woman didn’t mind the company of others, but it was rare that she would go and seek it out. Something told her this man held similar opinions, considering his own answer about being in a pack. Their current interaction would never had happened if he did not sport a similar glow to herself.

He answered, almost verbatim, what she had said. He was no one of note, and offered a name. Ronan. Ao nodded in response, stowing away the name within her memory. The man went on after a long moment of silence, again tempting the reclusive woman to end their interaction. However, his words drew her in more readily. She took what seemed to be an unconscious step forward.

"I would.” She answered after a few moment of thought as her golden eyes fell to her paws. "I have big paw steps to fill, though I doubt that I ever truly can.” Aoede didn’t intend to lament, but her father, her grandfather, and much of her family had gone down in history, but she would be forgotten with the ages. Ao tried to shake off the thought as she looked back to him. "And you?”

"Aoede Regni"