Devotion
01-10-2014, 05:53 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-10-2014, 05:54 PM by Liberty.)
She would return to him, long and slender legs pushing her petite frame forward as she crossed Glaciems borders. She had no kill to offer him this time, but instead valuable information. The Valhallens were gone, and whither or not Isardis had caused it she did not know, but she would inform him of it anyway. Not only did she feel the need to spread the information to her king, but she needed release. Surly she could count on him to be there and hold her tight during this emotional strain? At least she hoped she could. Charcoal dipped tiara would tilt back as she summoned the cherry king from his solitude, sweet tones carrying out across the territory and audible to all. She would begin with her journey to Valhalla when he arrived, because the first question she assumed he would ask was why she had returned there to begin with- and honestly she didn't know the answer. Perhaps it had been her friend, Azalea, or her mothers grave, or her young curiosity? Either way she went there, had an emotional breakdown, and discovered valuable news for her kingdom. All she could do now was wait to spill her secrets until he arrived. Speech |
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