Here comes the thunder

Walk | Talk | Think 

Try as she might to make herself look like a stern, serious warrior, it was hard for Bera to keep the smile off of her face. There was just something so exciting in what they were doing, in joining a pack alongside her brother and knowing that she was not going to get lonely this time or feel lost if something happened to the pack as a whole, that made her incredibly more optimistic about this venture than she had felt with the last. True, she had been eager and willing to jump right into Yfir all on her own, but now she had Thor with her to to bug and tell everything that happened to her, and to encourage her when things got rough. Maybe this time she could actually complete her training. 

Her optimism was still high when the regal, white queen arrived to greet them, looking decidedly round but fit and in good health otherwise. Like Thor beside her, Bera kept her place and inclined her head when her brother made the introductions for her, more than willing to take a backseat in their negotiations since she could not entirely trust herself not to let her good mood get the better of her and betray her as being nothing more than an overexcited pup, which at the moment was exactly how she felt despite her best efforts. The arrival of Balder hardly made matters any better, and seeing him act so carelessly before the ruling pair of Regium - for the Queen Roman's mate, King Drashiel, had arrived as well - made her struggle to successfully stifle a laugh while her serious, look-alike brother began again. 

In referencing her he paused, and Bera blinked at him as he turned to question exactly what her choice was going to be for ranks if and when they joined. An apprentice fighter? She made one quick nod before she caught herself from repeating the motion again like an excitable child, and added decisively, "Yes," to make it undoubtedly clear. Her goals had not changed; she still wished to be a warrior.