A Long Journey
12-07-2013, 04:20 PM
As expected, Impra did not react well to his anger, and thus he softened a bit, and farther yet as she graced him with a smile. He was glad his proclamation seemed to have earned him some of her favor. On a normal occasion, hearing she had lost a battle might put him off, but he felt no shame knowing she had lost to a queen. He did not suppose he could have battled the Clan Chief and lived, even if his father could. He was no direwolf, after all. This Valhallan queen must be fierce indeed, he thought quietly, but felt no less determined to strike her down. Perhaps some day he would get the chance. Voice nearly a whisper in comparison to his rage, he murmured, "Very well, then the healer alone shall be spared." Perhaps even thanked, if the mood was upon him, but that was doubtful indeed. He noticed a look of impatience in the princess' eyes, and soon enough she validated his suspicions with her lovely voice. If she wished to be off, who was he to stop her, despite his lust for Valhallan blood. He bowed his head, a quick, stiff bob, and smiled faintly. He was as eager to be off as she. "As you wish, my lady. Let us be off." He racked his mind for the courtesies his mother had taught him, and wondered at the practices of her own noble line. Surely they differed to some degree, but so far he thought he was doing well enough. That she had offered to return him to her home pack was luck in of itself. He wondered if he would have to battle her father for the right to her, as he would have to at home. Should he ask? No, perhaps not. Surely they had a long journey before them, he could consider it then. For now, he breathed deeply, enjoying his princess' delicate scent. "Speech," Thoughts, |
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