ardent

Every Single Night



Alsander

Loner

age
9 Years
gender
Male
gems
0
size
Large
build
posts
45
player
03-04-2014, 02:51 PM
Alsander

Alsander felt the smile tugging at his muzzle try to turn into a goofy grin as Io turned and replied after a moment of resting those lovely cherry blossom eyes on him with a smile. He didn?t think he?d ever seen such a pretty smile. And he very much liked the way his name sounded on her tongue. His head cocked as he mastered the goofy grin, as her eyes widened slightly as though in realization. Her next words sent a thrill through his spine and set his heart to leaping mountains again.

She came to see me. Me! The thought made him giddy, but he forced himself to stay seated and listen as she continued to speak. She had a lovely voice. Soft and soothing like wind and running water, or the air after a thunderstorm as the sun peeks from behind the clouds. He was glad that Taurig and his family were alright after the storm, and he caught the unspoken additive at the end. He wondered if this was what love was like. His foster mother had said it was like being lifted off your feet and floating, and Laoch had said you would feel like you could take on anything, if only to see a smile on her face.

Io spoke and his ears perked as she looked him over. Alright? Everything was wonderful as of this moment. It was a lovely night, and the company was even lovelier. However, he marshaled his scattered brain and thought a moment. ?Well, everything is alright now, but not long ago, we had more trouble with the northern wolves again. One of the Ice King?s lackeys challenged for Valhalla and won, releasing all but the children of Azalea. My Aunt Erani reformed Valhalla and brought us home to Vericona Plains, but she sent myself, my Uncle, and my cousin out to claim three more areas to surround Vericona. This is one of them. Druids Moor is another, and the third is Whisperer?s Gorge.?

He smiled at her then, mismatched gold and green eyes twinkling under the faint starlight. ?Erani?s quite the tactician. Druids? Moor is heavy with fog, and I could hardly hear myself walking there. She intends to train us to fight in silence in the fog. She and I are also heading out tomorrow morning to see about alliances. Ludicael is our first stop.? He looked her over again, eyes curious. ?How have you been??