Johnny Appleseed

*Valentine* · 07-24-2015, 09:54 PM

Having paused to stare up into the trees, Valentine tsked to himself in disappointment. As he'd expected there was no ripe fruit. There was plenty of unripe fruit, the tiny green apples dotting the branches here and there, but each and every one was still held close to the limbs and cupped protectively by the leaves. He took solace in the assumption that when it was time the orchard would be overflowing with fallen apples.

The ghost-like approach of his Praesidio went unnoticed until her call rang out. Turning, Valentine returned her greeting with a dip of his head. ”Ah, Lysis. Hello,” he rumbled. Curiously he studied her for a moment. He'd seen very little of this woman and knew even less about her. What did he know about her? After a moment's thought it occurred to him that what he knew about her could be summed up in two names: Kyarst and Drashiel. A third could be tossed in, he supposed, but 'Armada' told him a lot less about her than the names of her brothers.

He needed to remedy his lack of knowledge. Trust was key and he knew nothing of this woman. Not of her interests, her ideals, her goals. Nothing. Her relations to his friend and her grief had gotten her into the pack without a test, so he knew nothing of her abilities. That needed to be fixed. ”How are you doing? I hope Imperium is treating you well.”

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