DARKER TIMES
07-28-2014, 07:20 AM
Roman notices her approach, not that the gal was even remotely attempting to be sneaky about it. Her words drew an edged chuckle from the pale woman with sharp violet eyes. The noise made her ears retreat against her skull before quickly jumping back forward to catch her words. "Troubled may not the right word for it." Azalea's brows quirked as she took in Roman's tone. This was the first time she had seen the woman be so tempered. Still, Azalea proceeded to sit and not comment on the queen's words. No need to really explain that Azalea didn't honestly feel troubled was the word for it either. As Azalea went on Roman listened with one ear turned and the response she got was a positive one. The Armada at her side looked at her now, a smile hinted on her features. "I thank you Azalea. You may not be blood, but you are family." She nodded, eyes locked with the queen's. In the end wasn't that all that Azalea wanted? A family. She had spent her entire life in Valhalla where family came natural, now she was having to make her own family and she was glad to have this particular Armada wolf in it. "Tortuga will survive. It's just rather disheartening to see everyone flee at the first sign of conflict." Any sign of happiness seemed to flee her monarch once again. "Its as if they think I created trouble out of boredom when I was trying to defend them." Azalea didn't want to entertain that line. She honestly wasn't sure she had agreed (or rather believed) what Roman had said at the last meeting. How did she know the Covari leader cursed them with the illness that killed so many? The trespassing part was less tricky and Azalea believed it, even if she didn't really know what was here that she would want to find or see. "That's the curse of leading, I suppose, I get to be the "bad" guy when my decisions are confusing." Azalea frowned a bit now, but Roman chortled shortly before speaking again, leaving no room for her to cut in. "At least our enemies run, as the cowards they are. We must be scary." Now Azalea shifted her weight, clearing her throat as she really didn't know how to respond to Roman's broody sarcasm. "Thin out those with weak constitutions and build up again, better than before. Honestly, do you really want those who cannot trust your decisions and fight for their pack? They fear for their safety as though they are lambs." All that glitters is not gold. Their mommas must not have told them the world is full of terrible things, not just rainbows and giggling. "I am willing to assist in any way necessary, Roman. As previously discussed, I am tired of sitting around, I'm ready to get back in action. I've honestly never had a specialty but hunting or fighting are my preferred, medicinal fields are far too tame." |
