Tell them I'm never coming back

*Warja* · 11-30-2014, 02:54 PM

Nosiness compelled her. Hearing the howl for Kismet, Warja's curiosity had been quipped. She knew he had family, but she'd never met them, at least not since she was small. Her memories of her time as a Valhallan were vague at best.

Following the sound curiously, the young medic was soon on the trail of Kismet, who had begun to make his way to the border as well. She followed him in just out of sight, her much shorter legs and unhurried pace keeping her from catching up. She was dying to meet this caller of his. Was it a brother? A cousin (he had oodles of those)? Or maybe a lover, since he never seemed interested in girls? Warja was eager to find out.

She arrived just in time to catch Kismet's query and was quick to butt in, hoping to speak before the strange boy. "Standing dangerous close to trespassing, that's what." To show she was only joking, Warja smiled at the stranger. Soren, huh? So this was his cowardly brother. "I've heard a lot about you, Soren." Would this meeting embarrass Kismet as his meeting her family had? She hoped so. "Where are my manners? I'm Warja, Kismet's friend."

Speaking - - "Thinking"

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