I Took The Road Less Traveled

The kiss to her brow has her giggling again and she sinks further into his side while sipping the wonderfully warm apple cider. Emerald eyes scan his work as Eltrys holds up the hide, tracing the fine details of the rose that have been carefully carved and painted onto the pauldron. Whistling in apperception as he pulls out the bag he made, she nods her approval and says, “I love it! I can see about getting some groups together to gather ingredients for different colors of dye.”

Ideas are already forming as takes another sip of the cider, rolling the warm mug between her paws as she looks at the thorny vine that has been carefully tooled into the hide. Head tilts slightly as Haydée says, “Speaking of nature-inspired, I have heard whispers of the direction you wish to lead the pack in.” Green gaze turns to meet his warm glacial gaze, eyes dancing with happiness as she says, “Tell me El, what does it mean to be a Druid?”

Ethne, while still a large part of her heart, is something of the past and Haydée seeks to support the man she loves in everything that he does. If he wants the pack to become more nature focused, then she will be in the front, greeting the change with open heart and paws.


"Haydée Kedieo"