Devotion
02-05-2014, 04:25 PM
Curlurean gaze would trail the kings movements, and she would observe the different expressions his face morphed into. At first he seemed surprised, which was comforting. Perhaps he hadn't sent them into hiding after all? The babe would remain seated, audits perked as she listened to Isardis speak. She would not wait to respond, as she did not wish to displease him in any way. "Besides the native prey there are no signs of life on the plains. Loners have not inhabited it yet either." She would answer him, azure gaze aligned with the cherry kings. A smile would crease the corners of her lips, as it was comforting to know the king was pleased with her. She had been trying to hard to be noticed, perhaps she was finally succeeding. She would not make comments toward his first two sentences, but the third irked her. What plans for Valhalla did he have brewing? "My king, may I ask what your intentions are?" She would inquire, curiosity gleaming within her gaze. She was still so young, so innocent, that she may not be able to handle his corrupt intentions. Little did she know her king would be on a hot pursuit to capture her best friend's children. Speech |