A Long Journey
12-06-2013, 10:09 PM
Aros got the sense that his blunt words upset the fae to a certain degree, but that did not much move him. She must have grown accustomed to such things by this point, and if not, more the fault on her part. She had not heard of his clan, but this was not surprising to Aros. After all, he had hardly met one cultured wolf in a dozen in this strange, barren land. The wolves seemed to breed haphazardly, fight on whims, and any sort of organization at all was hard to come by. Princess Impra, of course, seemed to be a lovely exception... For the most part. All too soon she began to speak of a pressing quest. That, of course, would not do at all. How could he woo a wolf he was not with? No, he knew he must go with her, this was not an option. He was prepared to force the issue, but to his surprise she offered. A pleased grin split his face before he could conceal it under an aloof guise. Instead, he reigned it into a smirk and said, "It would be my honor, Princess Impra. No lady of such impeccable breeding should wander this land without an escort. If for no other reason than to fend off the savages, of course, as I am quite sure you can fend for yourself.." One of the first lessons his mother had taught him was that the key to any wench's heart was flattery, and Aros was nothing if not suave. A benefit, perhaps, of confidant charisma. All he had to do was hope it worked. "Speech," Thoughts, |