YOUR EYES GET DARKER EVERY DAY
01-26-2014, 09:49 PM
Argent explained her need for a large den, mentioning Voltaire being traumatized. Sendoa had had the pleasure of bringing the male back into the fold, and couldn't help but agree with the statement - though she would say nothing. Tail swayed evenly behind her as she sneezed, the ash irritating the insides of her nostrils. Oh damn volcanoes. ?Probably wise to keep them close, especially now.? She would comment on the state of Glaciem - covered in ash and looking positively forlorn. Though the pack was as strong as ever, it would be some time before things returned to normal. Her own son would likely be plagued for months, even years, with his breathing impairment. She would not comment on that topic, though, for it was not common knowledge to the entire pack yet. Kyarst was far too young to be labeled with a possible weakness. Argent would compliment the boys, to which Sendoa gave a gracious bow of her head. ?Those of yours I have seen are quite marvelous as well,? though she mean the words as they came out, they still sounded clich? in their resonance. What was she supposed to say, the children were ugly? That would certainly not be considered clich?. She would never lie like that, the children were beautiful. ?Did your injury attribute to your return?? It wasn't as tactful as she'd hoped it was, but it was certainly better than the alternative line she had been thinking. Why did you come back? Argent was supposed to be long gone, invisible - a ghost. Sendoa had risked her neck for the woman, and she had returned. The very least the silver owed the Queen was an explanation. ?speech,? |