Whose bed have your boots been under?
03-13-2013, 05:17 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-14-2013, 09:07 AM by Epiphron.)
Only briefly had Epiphron been worried about whether Maverick had hurt himself. It seemed as though he had merely had the wind knocked out of him, without any permanent injury. He'd probably be a bit sore in the morning, but Epiphron wasn't able to think that far ahead right now. She knew in the back of her mind that she might not see Maverick for awhile. If her warrior training began soon, she probably wouldn't get the opportunity to find him for quite some time. She'd already decided she wanted to see the male again, but beyond that she wasn't sure. How would they choose where to meet? Would Epiphron dare to venture near the borders of Seracia and call for him? What if they did choose a time, and she was busy and couldn't get out of whatever she had to do to meet with Maverick? The distance as great, and surely would take the better half of a day to meet back here. Perhaps there was a shorter route... It was too soon to think about such things. For now, Epiphron simply wanted to enjoy his company while she still could. "Perhaps we should keep this between you and I," she suggested flirtatiously, grinning in his direction. It would probably be easier to leave their meeting of Maverick's story entirely. Epiphron didn't know the kind of relationship the two packs had, if any at all. Who knew what reaction Collision would have if he found out she was willingly meeting a wolf of the Seracia pack? Perhaps she could bring the pack up in conversation, and test the waters first. But there was no real reason to mention Maverick or his family, and for now would be best kept a secret. He explained his position within the pack, which made the princess smile even wider. If only she could tell him the same thing, that she was the heir to the Valhalla pack! "I am certainly far from a peasant girl," she replied, incredulous that he would even suggest such a thing. "I am not the heir, sadly. My blood brother Syrinx is next in line. Always the men," she remarked, half-joking, with a tone of jealous evident in her voice despite her desire to hide it. "I'm training for Lead Warrior instead." Hopefully Maverick found that half as impressive. It sounded a bit odd, such a pretty girl wanting a rank most often desired by the largest, most brutish males. Perhaps the challenge was what made the rank so attractive -- how difficult it was to obtain. "I hope you find that suitable, Prince. |
