For Good

She would stare at the figure of uniqueness before her. She was so accustomed to seeing naught but the gleaming ivory coats of perfection that he seemed an enigma,,, then again most everyone here was colored with vibrance. She was no longer raped for being a different shade, teeth tore no pound of flesh from her side... it was odd, feeling no physical pain. She wasn't used to feeling complete. Golden eyes were trained upon the male, he had her full attention at least for the moment, ears careened forward, body posture was alert and ready, head tilted down to gaze upon him from her place above upon the rocks. He seemed troubled and perhaps a bit lost, but she would not pressure him to speak. She would reveal nothing of herself , she wouldn't make him share his darkness.

She did not mind the solitude she had found within the pack. None had approached her aside from Gerhardt, but she was accustomed to being approached only when someone wished to ease a frustration. It was helping her adjust, not being bombarded all at once. It was probably for the better, when Gerhardt had spoken her name she had frozen, seemingly falling as still and as motionless as a statue. She hated attention. Attention upon her meant bad things. She had not said anything, nor would she hold such a senseless grudge against the king, she had not told him all of her wretched past but she had spoken enough, she had merely nodded her head accepting the apology. He had spoken in good faith, to make her feel included, she could hold nothing but respect for the man.

"There is nothing to forgive..." Stoic but respectful the words would fall stern from her lips, brokering no argument, languidly she stretched, hind end rising up in the air while her front paws dug into the stones beneath her, clawing at the stones before she slithered from her perch, colliding with a dull thump upon the ground, she moved to stand before the male. "Your emotions are your own, if they trouble you, it tis of no offense to me." She would finish just as quietly, almost afraid if she spoke any louder that he would hurt her. She didn't seem fearful, but perhaps caution was a better term. She dipped her head out of respect as he offered his title. Golden eyes sliding shut before they reopened sharply.

"Tis an honor to make your acquaintance Prince Maverick, I am titled quite plainly Elphaba, but you may call me whatever derivative of the name you deem fit." Her tones would come in a soft, deep voice, soothing upon the ears. She fell back to rest upon her haunches, dark tail coiling around her before falling still, she seemed to have perfect control even over the languid appendage. "The King admitted my presence a scarce few weeks ago. I apologize if my lack of interaction has offended." Elphaba had kept to herself to learn and study the ways of others that resided here, but perhaps that had been a bad choice. She wondered what punishment she might receive for not introducing herself sooner.



Speech!