STANDING ON THE ROOFTOPS

*Sendoa* · 01-18-2014, 02:14 PM

?Wait here my handsome boys,? she would chide as she slithered from the den. It wasn't safe to bring them to meet newcomers, particularly because of their size and vulnerability. It would be the death of her to lose either one of them, and so she would give them one last stern glance to remind them of just how serious she was. If they stepped a toe out of line they would be punished. There was an idle promise floating about that if she found a safe enough stranger she would let them come to her aid, but somehow she knew that was a promise she'd likely never keep. Sendoa hardly found a wolf in Glaciem she trusted with the boys, much less a stranger.

Lips would part and head would tilt to give an answering call to the border walker, letting them know she was on her way - and that they had best stay put. Emerald eyes scan far ahead of her as her bodice weaved carefully through the undergrowth. The pines at one point had been just that, pines, but now bushes and foliage had grown up betwixt them - making the place even more sheltered. Head would tip down in greeting as she came across him, a pallid teenage form that looked so strikingly familiar she almost felt as if she were imagining it. Though she had not known Voltaire, his resemblance to his father was enough to cause her bottom jaw to drop half an inch. Tail flagged up behind her as she continued to stare, wondering if this was some mirage, or a recollection of the youthful Isardis she had once known so well. Then, when all of these possibilities had been ruled out, she would speak. ?You are an Armada.? There was no way the boy could not be of her lineage.

?speak,?

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