talk to me honey, if you think it's funny

Elphaba watched, golden eyes flickering to watch his fur that floated absently at the top of the lake. The King seemed utterly lost as she approached, giving seemingly no care to her even being present, her eyes would narrow, hardening, face falling into a neutral expression as she studied him. His eyes were not a vibrant amethyst, they were hollow, distant, devoid of seemingly all intelligent life. His mind was elsewhere, venturing to lands, to places she had never quite been too and for a long moment, she allowed him this, merely watching, eyes flickering to the trees, looking for danger. He was in no state of mind to defend himself. A snort would fall from her nostrils she had never before been a guardian. Seracia was full of firsts. Finally she spoke, her words seemed, at least, to snap him from whatever darkness plagued him enough to give her a scrap of his attention.

He would rise from the icy depths of the stream, shaking his pelt and slowly padding towards her, she did not miss the icy chill to his words, the raw venom that pierced through his larynx at the thought. She stiffened only slightly, that tone bringing up far too many unpleasantries. She forced herself to stay, to wait, to listen. Something told her that despite the mangled web of emotion that seemingly oozed from his bodice... that he wouldn't hurt her, that he wouldn't take out his aggression on her. That was leaps and bounds for the darker fae. She didn't trust anyone and she tended to slink away from conflict. Her muscles twitched but she held them still. He wouldn't hurt her. She kept the mantra strong in her skull.

"As will the end of all of us at one point or another, as always you have my claws and teeth." Just as the last words escaped her, she would smell the very, very faint scent of a woman upon his fur. It was near gone having been washed away by the water. She wondered if this woman had caused such distress in the king? She would not ask, if he did not offer it freely. She wasn't here for her, which, of course, made her blink dumbly once, twice and then again as he asked for her buisness on this side of the territory. Finally her mask would return and lyrics would answer.

"I heard the water shifting, I was curious as to who would choose a bath on one of the coldest days we've had thus far." She would pause, hint at his shivering and hesitate. She wasn't good at this kind of thing. Warmth was a bit of a stretch for her. "My den is not so far if you would like to get out of the chill? Its well large enough for several wolves." No one else, had yet been invited into her den, granted one of Ghosts babies had stumbled and discovered it by accident, which in turn had brought a rather hostile mom, but the incident smoothed over and once Ghost had calmed the two had almost come to a silent understanding of one another, a far stretch from friendship but a start never the less. It was dug into the ground, shielded by the trees canopy from the rain, it was dry and warm, well more than efficient at warming up the King. She waited patiently for his response.


Speech!