And So It Ends

His voice was pleasant, he still had a touch of growing to do - but so did she. The red male seemed to be pleasant enough, polite in every sense of the word. There seemed to be something on his mind, bothering him, but she was the same way. The princess felt completely and totally transparent, but if she was lucky, Maverick would know little enough about her to be able to pin point her troubles.


He said that he wanted to meet her, and that much she could easily believe. Who wouldn't be at least curious about the lupine they were to spend the rest of their lives with? Yet at the same time that curiosity could be coupled with various feelings - and she wondered what he felt of this wedding and alliance underneath the underneath. Quietly she listened to him, her ears flicking as she turned to watch him, and she could tell that he was at least, surprised at the sudden coupling. She nodded, that was just the way that things were done. It could have happened to anyone, this could be Epiphron in her place if Collision had decided on her instead.


It was just the way that things worked out.


It wasn't fate or destiny or some sort of pathway to her glorious future. It was politics, this was politics, it wasn't as if their parents were trying to play match maker.



It didn't matter how they felt about this at all.


She paused a moment, watching him pivot to the side, allowing her to slide in beside him and speak with him like more of a friend or bride to be, than someone being interrogated on his borders. "I scented you out - well, not your perhaps, but Seracia as a whole. But Collision probably knows of the migration himself." He simply never told she nor anyone else anything unless he was gathering the pack to talk at them. "You lived... by the sea before, didn't you?" Oh the ocean would have made this that much easier - the push and pull of waves lapping at golden sands would have dulled her senses, washed out her thoughts with the sounds.


Seracia as it was now was quiet, homely, and left her plenty of time to think.


"This is lovely though, I've never seen or smelled much of what's here." There was a word that fit, that fit the musty smell of bovine and rabbits running rampant. There was a word for the forest and the vines and strange sweet fruit that grew from them. "Exotic, perhaps?" She mumbled, before she realized that she said it out loud and that she was distracting herself out loud. How much more rude could she be?


"I felt the same way about it. The wedding I mean." She said after a moment, looking back at the boy with bright green eyes that seemed to be hiding something. The princess prayed that she wasn't actually aggravating him to all hell - because she certainly felt like she was. "Betrothals are part of my family's history, but they are rare. My brother must have seen it fit to take the initiative and do what was right for the pack." Politics. She reminded herself heavily that this was politics every chance that she could get.


Yet she would have to get to know Maverick personally sometime, right?


"He can be a lot to take in." Her voice took a somewhat wistful tone, because she had admired the male for so long. The statement was probably the most honest and unpracticed thing that she had said to Maverick so far. Yet to realize that her image of her eldest brother was completely wrong had done something to both her and her view on him. Perhaps of everyone. It made her second guess others beyond their first impressions and good intentions. Did Maverick here really want to get to know her? Or was he simply going along with the motions, acting the way that he was supposed to to his fiance.