Growing Strong

*Raisa* · 02-01-2014, 04:39 PM

This Kaliska, or so she dubbed herself, seemed to enjoy her humor well enough. Raisa felt her approval grow, hoping perhaps she wouldn't have to censor herself around this one. Her question rolled through the air, and Raisa let it settle over them as she considered how best to answer. Finally she decided she might as well be frank, so she shrugged and offered a lazy smile. "I've come to rule the world," she said, her voice as smooth as water over rocks. A chuckle broke free from her lungs and she bobbed her head from side to side, saying, "Or at least a portion of it. I am Raisa Xanilov, former queen of the Ebony Throne. I have come to rebuild." Raisa did not know much about the pack structure of this land, but if this Kaliska was a wanderer in true, perhaps she did. "Tell me, what might my competition be? Do you know aught of the packs roving about?" It would be good to know of course, but not entirely necessary if not. Many rogues purposefully avoided pack life, and if Kaliska was among them there would be nothing for it. Koros still could not bring himself to speak, so instead he flicked his gaze between the two fae's waiting to see what would become of this encounter.

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