It sure doesn't look like it
08-26-2014, 11:05 PM
Walk | Talk | Think Rune listened with a confused sort of scowl, unable to place the male's reason for his laughter and not altogether approving of it either. This was a serious matter as far as the Guardian was concerned, though it appeared this was only the case for him. There was simply too much at stake, too much that could be lost or hurt or broken, from inviting the wrong sort of individual into his home for him to take his task of recruitment lightly. Ruling Secretua was not fun or entertaining; it was simply a necessity that had needed to be taken in order to achieve the type of environment he thought would best suit those he had vowed to protect and care for. Just a little he wondered if there even was a location to find the type of individuals he wished to welcome into his home. The man stated he did not wait for anyone in particular to show - expressing some subtle suggestion that he did not want to find himself stuck in a position or pack he did not approve of - but that did not keep them from showing up. There was only time enough between them for the stranger to answer his singular question before another approached the pair, this one eye catching even from a distance. The red about her face struck an immediate chord within Rune's memory, drawing him back to the very early days of his mateship with Alamea, when he had foregone pursuing Tortuga in order to be with her and begin their lives together. Was she part of their family, the ones who had ruled Valhalla, with their identifying russet markings? Or could she merely have been a lookalike with a strangely similar color pattern? Rune turned to look at her more closely, drawn into staring openly at the woman due to the familiarity he felt at seeing her. It was not until she introduced herself that full recognition hit, and for just a second the ever-present frown about his faced smoothed out in a moment of unguarded understanding. An Adravendi! That explained her looks, the familiarity he felt in seeing her, the sense that he had seen her before. She was one of them, the ones who had once ruled Valhalla, the ones who were now scattered to all reaches of Alacritia. Or at least...most of them. The pack she named was completely unknown to the grey male, and once again his frown returned, a new confusion overtaking him. "Regium?" he asked, his pale eyes still no less cold than they had been though they contained considerably more curiosity now, "Where's that?" Was it new perhaps? With the downfall of Covari, Rune had fallen out of contact with much of what was going on in the other regions. It seemed there was plenty of catching up he would have to do once diplomatic affairs began to work their way into his schedule. However far down the road that would be. |