I'm Yelling Timber (Euli)
07-30-2014, 12:42 AM
Suddenly the pup was awash with vocalized rage, a torrent of accusations that her father was less than a father to her. Oh did the auburn femme know a thing or two about that, she'd known nothing of her father but stories until she'd followed the rest of her siblings here. The wolfess' dark lips twisted into a sad, knowing smile. She empathized with the girl, knew at least a little of the pain she felt. She drew a few inches closer, keeping her movements slow and relaxed so as not to frighten the girl, who already appeared a flight risk. The poor lamb, she hadn't even had a chance to grow up happy, and here she was, stuck in a hopeless situation. Maybe she could help? That might be a nice thing to do, especially since it soon came to be apparent that this was one of her nieces- half niece, to be precise. A smile would come to cross her pallid features once more, gentle and quite happy, despite the obviously less than joyous circumstances. Now she came close enough to have the girl within reach, and her haunches would lower delicately to the terra, plush banner sweeping across the ground to lay at her side as she sat. "Well, Vesta Sinclair Armada, it appears fate has smiled upon you." She crooned, orchid toned optics crinkling at the edges as she smiled kindly. Her cranium would remain somewhat close to the girls level as she spoke, so she wouldn't seem like the rest of the adults out there, big and bad and rude to little ones. "My name is Eulari Armada, and there's a pretty good chance I'm your aunt- or something vaguely close to that." She chuckled, dipping her head politely to the little one. It was not everyday she found new Armada's, and even rarer that they weren't straight out of Isardis' loins either. She would allow a moment for that news to sink in, before she lowered her head further, elbows bending to bring her closer to the girl's stature (which wasn't too hard being as small as she was). Porcelain masked tiara would tilt to the side in the slightest, and one brow would quirk. "If you would like, I can teach you the things that I know. I mean, I haven't died yet, so I'm obviously doing something right." She chuckled at the end, since keeping the mood light made decisions easier almost always. Pressure couldn't follow laughter, at least not sincere laughter. It would be nice to mentor someone, especially a little girl who looked like a future treasure to the Armada lineage. It would also be wonderful to have a young lady not interested in tearing open everyone's throats- not that tearing open throats was always bad, it just wasn't always the way to go. "Speech" Think "You" HOLY AVOCADOS! THANK YOU FOXXY BABY! |