The Hunt is On
06-08-2013, 07:58 PM
Had Azalea paid attention at the meeting? Epiphron wasn't so sure. She spoke almost as though she was the one who would be leading Valhalla. "I believe in you." Or perhaps her niece simply meant in general. Still she smiled, pleased to be spending time with her cousin without having to talk politics, or think about the future. That was the good thing about family, albeit whether the family was related by blood or simply by love -- she could simply enjoy her time with them, unburdened. "Unfortunately, I don't believe one can be selfless and rule." Though some might've taken that as offensive -- as though she were saying that Epiphron was selfless -- but she knew she was not. Perhaps for her family; but as a whole? She wasn't. "You speak the truth, Azalea," She noted with a grin, leaning in to lightly bump the younger girl's shoulder lightly a second time. But the lighthearted mood changed suddenly. Azalea leapt forward suddenly, peering into the distance. Epiphron grew silent quickly, tail flicking behind her at the prospect of a hunt. They'd been chatting for quite some time; it'd feel good to finally feel the thrill of the hunt. Blue gaze followed her own, spotting the flash of fur through the underbrush. Quietly she crept forward, alongside Azalea, searching for the source of the movement. |
