chandelier

"Valentine? What kind of name is that?" Oh, boy. Not another comedian. "Mine," he said simply. In seconds the little fae introduced herself and Valentine, feeling comedic himself, said, "Hello, Remy. What kind of name is that?" So began their rapid fire asking and answering session. Sensing that he was in for many, many questions, the brute let himself answer immediately and without thought, stating whatever popping into his head first.

"Um...I think I'm here to join your pack..." She thought? "Take your time, I have all day."

"You're..... huge.... and... a funny color." A funny color? He couldn't wait for her to lay eyes on one of Imperium's many mutants. "And you're small and...kinda muted." Boring, really, but if everyone was good looking then no one would be.

"Can.. Can I ask... where is here?" He got the feeling that the torrent of questions came about because the fae was out of her element. Gently, he said, "This is Imperium."

Her final question brought a touch of a smile to the brute's lips. " Are all of the wolves here this big? and... Blue?" Oh, honey. She had no idea. He pitied her a bit. If she joined - something that was still up in the air - she would be in for a shock. "None are as big, but a few are bluer."

"Now," he boomed, "Do you have anymore questions or shall we get down to business?"