Politics & Pretty Women, Love 'Em Like Clinton
09-17-2014, 07:13 AM
The idea of a scholarly pack was indeed intriguing. A collection of wolves devoted to learning and passing along wisdom was certainly a concept Valeriya could get behind, and it sounded like a good alliance in the making. The ebb and flow of knowledge was something all wolves could benefit from. Her mother had told her stories of the harvest festivals, where the Sage Moots would convene and share all they had learned in the past year, share it with anyone and every who would come to listen. It had made old Ebony wise as well as strong, which in turn made them the post powerful force in their region. From all she had heard, Val very much doubted the Sage Moots would be continuing in her mother's homeland under its new regime. "A scholarly pack?" she questioned. "That sounds wonderful. Perhaps, if you would not be opposed, the future might see our own healers and scholars coming together to share knowledge." She offered an easy grin to the young man, considering it further herself. It was unlike most healers to withhold the secrets of their trade, but if he did happen to disagree she would not push the matter. It would not do to leave him wondering about her own collection of comrades, though. She allowed her chest to swell, the smallest hint of the pride she felt seeping through, as she began to talk about her own pack. "Ebony is a neutral pack as well. We will not set ourselves against friends for the sake of another ally, unless the transgression to too great to allow an alliance to continue. In peace times we devote ourselves to creating a refuge for all wolves, taking and making strong what once was weak. We have two orders of knights, one devoted to the art of battle and another to that of learning, and each are revered equally." It reminded Val that she very much needed to appoint new masters, to recruit squires and grow the strength of her ranks. It would come with time though, her pack mates were still getting used to her, or so it would seem. "It sounds as if our packs would be well suited to friendship," she said amiably, a bright light taking root behind her eyes. If Dhiren agreed, that would be two friendship secured, and her followers would be that much safer, come what may. "Talk" Think "You" |
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