Her decision made, Pacifica moved among the crowd in search of her King. She had to ask him if she could go to Valhalla and aid them. Not only that, but she wanted to make sure that Pontifex would be safe...and return home alive. Since they had met, she had found that her feelings began to grow for him, and though nothing had been confessed, she did not know what she would do if he were to die in battle. Determination and unease would fall from her in waves, her distress at the thought obvious she was sure. Upon finding the king, she would approach with a dip of her head in respect, her eyes attempting to hide the thoughts that plagued her mind but with so much worry engulfing her, she was sure that too was a failed attempt. "Good day King Maverick, how goes your day? My name is Pacifica, I've recently joined your great pack and I must say I am excited to be a member and do my part to earn my keep here." She hid her worry for a brief moment as she introduced herself, wondering if he would accept or deny her request...but she hoped for her hearts sake that he would allow her this one request. Speech Thought Others

She would find him, lost in his thoughts and irrevocably unsure about his role as King. She would unknowingly affirm him as she called him by his title, greeting him in a calm but deliberate manner. She seemed willing to work, and emphasized her wanting to earn her keep and do her part. He nodded to her, still somehow lost in his thinking, yet paying attention to her at the same time. "Ah yes, I believe Pontifex mentioned accepting you." Pontifex, he had gone to war for them - no word had been heard of him at all, though rumors spread about the other two that had been sent. He only hoped that if news came about the Duke, that it was positive. It was imperative that Pontifex return to Seracia, that they all return. "Is there something that you need?" He would ask this, not hoping to prod her into speaking, but rather to see if she had merely come to say hello or if she had something to ask of him. He guessed the latter, but in all truth it could be either. He would offer her a smile, attempting to silence his thoughts and focus entirely on Pacifica. It wouldn't do well to appear so stressed in the company of a member he'd only just met. "speeeeech"

Sitting down to calm her nerves, she began to calm herself before the handsome king. She waited patiently for his response, and he did not keep her waiting. Her ears would twitch almost nervously when Pontifex's name was mentioned, a worried look stealing it's way onto her features as she glanced down. "Actually sir, it is him that I am worried about...I thought about asking if I could go aid the Valhallan medics. And if you'll allow me to, I can go and see how they are doing and return with news about the battlefront...I heard about Bronze and Themisto...and I am afraid that the same fate might befall Pontifex." She would gaze at him, her desperation at learning the fate of the Knight that had unknowingly stolen her heart pulled at her. She hoped he hadn't met the same fate as the others. If he had, she didn't know what she would do. She saw herself marching up to Glaciem's borders and fighting for him, but then that wouldn't help anyone if she lost. And she couldn't bear the thought of being stolen and bred to the prided king. She shuddered at the thought. Speech Thought Others