That's No Excuse
07-05-2014, 09:36 PM
That the Xanilov queen was truly still absent struck Valeriya like... like a wad of snow. She expected the impact of such a large thing to hurt, yet when it finally struck her the mass fell apart at her feet. It affected her less than it probably should have, but the young once-princess would spare it no thought. She took Katja's reign in stride as well. It made sense, that the most competent among them should be chosen for such a post. Val wondered how it sat on her shoulders, whether or not Katja was enjoying her moment in the center of it all. For some reason, the young warrior doubted it very much. Katja had a head on her shoulders that bespoke a wisdom deeper than that which was needed to hold a band of wolves together. She knew how the individual worked, and seemed to understand as well Valeriya's bone-deep desire to roam. The young fae bowed her head in respect as well as appreciation. "Thank you for your understanding," she said, solemn. Though she had learned all she wished, Valeriya paused to listen as Katja continued. It was respectful of course, but she was also curious yet to hear of the pack's tidings, and damn it all if she couldn't help herself. Perhaps she had not killed off as much of her old spirit as she thought... Katja spoke. Your mother's lover, the Olympus wolf Virgil, does intend to spirit your siblings from me," she said, and the words set Val's ears to ringing. How could Virgil do that? She may have had a hand in raising the whole unruly lot of them, but Val was no fool! The golden goddess shared no blood with Raisa's children, and Ebony was their home! The thought of being forced into a new pack, new lands, even if it meant seeing her half siblings, horrified her. "What am I gonna do?" she asked, half in a panic. It was one thing to chase off small cats and badgers, but to fight a full grown wolf for her freedom? She wasn't ready for something like that! In earnest, Valeriya took a step forward. "Katja please, you have to help! I've been training like you taught us, but it's harder alone! Please, I don't want to belong to someone!" Her plea was heartfelt and desperate, filled with a wild yearning she suspected the darker woman would understand. |