'Cause I Want MORE

Peridot eyes lingered on the horizon a moment more before he began his descent down toward the base of the canyon. He hoped to find a good pool to drink from and a place to bed down for the night before he continued his journey in the morning. Drashiel's thoughts turned for a moment to Bevroren but he hadn't exactly left Athena on a good note and rather doubted she'd care to see him again. Honesty though, he hadn't expected to be returning to Alacritis. Strange how quickly fate could change. Roman had separated from their group as well. Perhaps he secretly hoped she'd returned? But alas? no sign of her and near as he could tell Azalea was still in charge of the former Regium. He debated joining there for a time but instead decided he would travel as a loner for a bit longer. After all his goal now was to lead, not to follow.


Drashiel caught the scent of the approaching female moments before she arrived. He turned to see an older female. Slender in build and beautiful in her simplicity. He offered a smile. He had no reason to be anything but friendly toward her. "Yes, it is. It would make an excellent location for dens should a pack form here." Drashiel paused for a moment as he debated giving his name. He was not ashamed of his heritage but there were those that would make particular assumptions about his surname. "I am Drashiel. Who might you be?"


"Speech"