A Long Journey
12-09-2013, 10:21 AM
Aros had no delusions that his evasions had satisfied the shewolf, but there was little more he could say until he had a better grasp of the situation. He offered her a grin and a shrug as they walked on. He found his mind wandering to the lands they would come upon. If he had crossed into Glaciem territory before now he hadn't known it, and he had yet to cone across a wolf with the same pack smell as Impra. He was quite curious to see what his princess' family was like, particularly the King. He cast a sideways glance at the large fae beside him. Would he be like her? Noble, regal, collected? Would he be like Aros' father, stern and fierce and violent. Would he have the same ethereal coat as Impra, that had so captivated him? All these questions he wondered, and then let slip away. It would be unbecoming of him to pry so early in their relationship, never mind his burning curiosity. He stifled it and walked on instead, raising his nose to the wind and all that stood before them. "Speech," Thoughts, |