Wondering Eyes, Wondering Soul

It would be most remarkable to the King that he was indeed finding himself quite attracted to the woman before him. Her darkened coat and contrasting blue eyes were enough to put a smile on the King's face that he was certain would take a fair amount of effort to wipe away. Still, he was no teenager smitten or lovestruck, so he knew this would - and could - go no farther than a simple attraction. "There's nothing wrong with relaxing, only I'd be sure to watch carefully.. there are cruel wolves that stalk these lands as often as the kind ones do. You just happened to find a kind one - or at least.. I'd like to consider myself as such." He was sure not everyone would consider him kind - Ghost, for example - though he was sure most did. After all, the King fought for all things good and would die before evil took hold, didn't that define him as kind? He watched her shake, a glitter shimmering in his amethyst eyes. She came a bit nearer and his smile grew a bit wider. "The pleasure is all mine, Aeil." And indeed it was.

She was charming and eloquent, two things the King could readily appreciate. Already he felt more comfortable around her than he had before - though he had been fairly comfortable from the start. It was clear the woman was no threat, and if anything.. she was a friend waiting to be made. "I'm afraid I wouldn't be the best one to tell you that, I've been told I'm quite the talker myself." Indeed he was. Ever since he was a child he'd been a talkative wolf. But Gerhardt liked to think of himself as well balanced, as he equally loved to share stories and listen to them. He could just as easily listen as he could talk, and so his love for talking didn't bother him as much as it might bother another wolf. "Do you belong to a pack, Aeil?" He had to break the ice somehow.



"Speech"