A Long Journey
12-08-2013, 09:51 AM
Aros felt a certain pride in the Lady Impra's approval. He felt that he had done well, and while it was no fluke, it did nothing to lessen his joy. Impra was happy and hopefully with Aros by her side, a deal safer. He wondered briefly if the Valhallan scum would send a search party after her. He was about to question the nature of her escape, but her lovely vocals beat him to it. What were his plans? His fur heated with embarrassment, and he coughed out an awkward cough. Surely this was not the time to bring up his plans for her, he was not sure if she would approve. His father's voice echoed in his skull, saying, What matter is it if the wench approves? She should feel honored. But to his great surprise, this did not move him to speak. He was quite determined to keep Impra's good favor. But his princess was still waiting for a response. He coughed once more and rolled his shoulders, a shrug of sorts. "I haven't given it much thought," he lied. "At some point I shall have to return to my clan, but whether that day is on the horizon or not, I'm not sure." He cast another backwards glance at the land Impra had come from. Whether he left Alacritis a day from now or a year from now, he still had a job to do, and he would not forget. He sighed and turned back to Impra and said, "By your word, let's be off. The longer we linger the greater their border tempts me." That, and he could not know who or what might be on her trail. The thought darkened him some. "Speech," Thoughts, |