Remembrance of Things Past

N/A · 11-03-2014, 05:04 AM

Drashiel's mere presence did so much for her. His scent grounded her, and she took it in- her letting out a deep sigh. As she spoke, she took his words to heart- she couldn't lose him again. "We have to stick together." She whispered. For whom else in their family could they turn too? Father was gone, and even then he hadn't been much a security blanket. Isardis had been many things, and had pushed his favorite children to be ambitious. He'd left them with one hell of a legacy to stand up too. Drashiel spoke again, and asked who- what Greek was. With a wry laugh, she pulled back to look into his eyes. "You never had the um... pleasure of meeting him, hmm?" She said dryly.

She laughed slightly, her emotional moment lost as she thought of Greek. "Greek is fossa. He's grayish brown, and quite rude. He's... my companion- and one of my best friends. I left him.... when I left Regium, and I thought he'd wait for me, but I haven't found him yet." She finished, her brow furrowing. She couldn't via for a crown if she couldn't find Greek. She needed his advice. Drashiel had called her bear fighter, and she remembered fondly, the time she first met him- and had protected him from a mother polar bear. She still had the scars to prove the encounter, a feat she didn't want to relive. "It's been a long time since I've had to save you from a bear, Drashiel, but know this- I'd start wars for you still." She said seriously. Perhaps, it wasn't a needed comment- but she felt moved, stirred even to pledge her loyalty to him. They needed each other.

Greek Speak -- Roman Speak

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