How Green is the Grass?
12-07-2013, 02:02 PM
Winter had waged its war long enough, and the girl was growing restless. She'd gotten a taste of Valhallan life, and a glimpse at Seracian life. She didn't prefer either over the other. However, whispers on the winds told of a pack worth investigating, a pack she already had a generous tie to: Amenti. Her uncle had recently taken claim of it, and though she'd never been particularly close to him, there was no denying she shared his last name. A smile creased her features as her nostrils caught wind of the pungent stench of a claimed land. The scents were mingled, hinting at the fact that Syrinx was not alone here, but many of them were familiar - boasting of his children's aroma. She slowed, knowing that a last name alone would not save her if she traipsed across the boundary. Respectfully the three-fourths grown girl would wait outside the invisible line and call forth anyone who was nearby - hopefully one who also carried the Adravendi name. Bi-colored eyes gazed into the depths of the caves, wishing desperately that she would be allowed to have a look around. She knew she was too young to abandon Valhalla right now, but who said she shouldn't view all of her options before she turned a year old in just one season? She remained standing, tail held comfortably behind her, swaying in the gentle cool breeze of winter. Solaine would prepare herself, knowing that she may not be met so nicely if they didn't recognize her. Shoulders would roll forth instinctively, prepared to fight for the right to show herself - or run if she was outmatched. ?speak,? |
ooc; I'd prefer if Syrinx or one of the kids met her, but anyone will do if they call one of the Adravendis to see her :)