fresh start

He was so much like a child, at least his personality was at this very moment. Maverick had never had the opportunity to be youthful, to be young and act silly and just have fun. All of his life he'd been groomed to be a King, and he had run that course already. This was different, and it felt good. He nodded as she mentioned she would be in need of wisdom and guidance. He wasn't certain how much he had of either, but anything he did have he would willingly offer her. Seracia might have changed forever, but that didn't mean that Ebony wouldn't remain as it had been designed. She quickly inducted them into the court, naming them both as High Lord and Lady. Maverick's eyes widened, the green optics sparkled with surprise. "I would be inclined to accept," he smiled and glanced at Epiphron. "I'll let you say for yourself." It was high time he stop making every decision for them, even if he felt it was his very purpose in life. "How many are in the pack, and how far do the borders span?" These things were essential to know, he didn't want to stray too far. His russet tail flickered behind him, twitching with excitement and possibilities.




"Speech,"