You could have it all
06-05-2014, 10:02 PM
Walk | Talk | Think The speckled girl wandered nearer as Anais questioned her, and in doing so she gave the grey-gold girl a better look at her. The peculiar coat pattern, the pale dapples, struck a cord in her memory, drawing a puzzled sort of frown to set upon her curious brow. She knew she had seen it before, with clear certainty. The old king of Seracia - what was his name again? - had sported a very similar pattern, so striking that she wondered if there could have been, or was, some relation between the two... Maverick! The mention of the once-king's last name jogged her memory, bringing with it a flood of memories from that time. She may have been young but it felt like ages ago that her family had resided there, within their large, cozy den protected by her father's favored marking carved into the surrounding trees. The red barn that housed the Sharp Tooth - which she now knew to be a tale and nothing more, the shed with its strangely shaped, stationary inhabitants, and all manner of creatures that were seldom seen elsewhere. This girl... She had to have been one of their once-king's children, surely? Even as the recognition dawned across her face, Anais could not say that she had met this girl there. Maybe she had seen her at a meeting in passing, but if they had not met before maybe now was a second chance for them to do so. "I do, actually," Anais answered, surprised, just beginning to forget of her current troubles as the past came back to her. "I used to live with them, in Seracia. I think," she added, reflecting more recently back to the meeting that had been called in Ebony, "I live with one of them now." Not Maverick, no. He had not been at the meeting, at least not that she remembered seeing as he was a hard one to miss. But the white wolf with the pretty russet markings, the blue-eyed lady that she could remember always seeing at his side, she had been there. She was sure of that. Realizing she had yet to introduce herself, Anais quickly drew her expression into a little smile, feeling better now that she had something and someone to distract her from diseases and helplessness and feelings of sadness. "I'm Anais." |
* Because he has become her protector, Glacier is allowed into any and all threads that Anais may be in, regardless of how they are tagged.