What Will You Teach Me?
05-06-2014, 01:42 PM
Kass listened as the woman went on to tell him that he knew nothing and that he was wrong. His fur bristled slightly at the notion, clear irritation in his eyes. "You're wrong. I know the story of my mother founding Ebony because they have facts to support them. Your story has no facts and nothing to support your claim." He stated matter-of-factly as he had been taught to in his lessons with Elsa. There were strong scents of lavender, ergot, arnica, black hawthorn, and hellebore clung desperately to his pelt. He sat up proud as a prince should as she gazed with a stone cold look at the woman. "Even if these silly fables were true, Svet did not ask to hear a story from you." He pointed out once more, seeking more knowledge in a sly and cunning way. The crescent-backed pup waited for her to offer some sort of rebuttal to the argument. ?Yur not from here, huh? You say a pup of this land... So... Where are you from? You know stories and names that are strange...? His sister's voice rang out and Kass managed to swallow down the strange protectiveness he felt for his siblings. He might keep his distance but he didn't want anything ill, including nightmares, to strike them... unless it was Valeriya. He closed his eyes briefly as he drew in another deep breathe. Kass rested his rump on the ground, his paws digging into it deep. He watched everything that was going on. "Talk" "You" Think |