DARKER TIMES

"Perhaps you are right, Azalea. Perhaps it is time to clean our ranks of lambs." Once more Azalea would nod. She could see the wheels turning in Roman's head, considering what she said. Already Azalea felt as though she had more purpose than she ever did in Valhalla where she was seen as little more than an irresponsible babe.

Gazes met again, amber and violet colliding, as Roman spoke. "I'd be happy to have you as hunter or fighter. Maybe even more, if and when you decide that you could be ready to move up in ranks." A chance, it was all Azalea needed to prove that she was worthy of a higher rank. For as wild as she was known to be, Azalea had grown roots in the form of children. She was also capable of highly intelligent thought, regardless of what her blood family thought. Already Azalea was feeling more at home, more like she belonged here.

"And I'd be happy to support you in either area." Azalea smiled lightly, a friendly gesture. "I have always been interested in the fight but currently I'd say I'm a much better hunter. I would not mind being placed there, while my talents best serve it, and work on my fighting on the side. As for rank, if you feel I am worthy of promotion I will not turn it down. I'm done with having things handed to me though."