We Make The Rules

Albion would have admitted outright that he enjoyed Fiametta’s company, but he couldn’t brush off the feeling that she wanted him to play along with her antics. However easily she could have had him already playing hard to get and stringing each other along was much more amusing. Would he have called them friends? Perhaps, or more than that even considering the amount of flirting they did.

He prowled lightly around her, eventually accepting her invitation to sit beside her. Perhaps a bit closer than he might have normally. Alvion tried to discern any kind of emotion as she revealed that Avacyn had rescinded the throne. He himself had to hide his own surprise. She had been so eager to rule, for a time she had put her own desires away for the position. Even so far as betrothing herself to him. He’d done his best to forget about her and what they had once shared. As he sat beside Fia he felt a similar emotion stirring. Did he care for the red marked woman at his side?

"That all makes sense, no reason to be lying I suppose.” He joked softly as he leaned into her and she continued with a question. "Yes, most of us anyway. Too long in the sun and I start to go crisp. Delicate skin.” Albi told her nonchalantly before she went on about him possibly just being on a stroll. "I’m on a mission. My mother went missing not long after Ashen fell. I’m determined to find her.” And he would, and she would be alive. His mind was swiftly drawn from Siren back to Fia as her paw gently traced his leg and a mischievous grin found its way to his features.


"Albion Klein"