TO CLOSE TO THE SUN
12-05-2014, 08:24 PM
Vesta had kept her posture stiff as she held her large self up tall. She was nearly one and she needed to start acting like an Armada who deserved a crown because one day she was going to be like all of the great Armada wolves and she was going to take her rightful place on a throne and she would rule with integrity. She had often dreamed of what her grand kingdom would look like but she knew that it would not be so in real life. Drashiel recognized her, taking a shock to the fact that she was there. Was it so shocking? Drashiel didn't know that when he had brought her to Glaciem, she had not joined and instead she had traveled back to her mother before they both returned to Bevroren. The pure white niece listened with interest to her aunt's words and was not very shocked to hear that they were there for but more change. She took note of the new wolves whom shared the same scent as their king before clearing her throat to speak. "Aunt Roman, I'd like to begin training as a fighter as soon as possible. I realize that I still must master the basics in the other skills I must know for survival but I want to start focusing on what I'd prefer to claim as a role." She did hope that the words did not come as a shock to the queen as she was fairly sure that Vesta had wanted this for a long time. She was going to be better than her father. She refused to look at Drashiel and instead kept her gaze focused on that of Roman's body. |
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