Raisa felt much older than her meagre years. She had been born somewhat senile, raised cynical, and her travels did not seem to be softening her to any extent. The sunlight seemed no brighter, flowers smelled no sweeter, and she had far too many goals that had yet to be accomplished. She woke and slept with the sour taste of yearning upon her lips. Her sighs came frequently. If Koros noted her ceaseless frustration he did not comment upon it, fearing a bitter tongue. Raisa rarely lashed out intentionally, but oft times it was impossible to avoid her ire. It was something he had learned to accept, and avoid when possible. He had brought her here, to this floral, sweet smelling forest, in the the hopes that it might temper her to any degree. So far, unfortunately, all they had done was lay about in the weak light of dusk, silent aside from spring crickets and their breath. He wanted to speak, to ease his Queen, but the words would not come. Her thoughts were as foreign to him as they had ever been. He found himself yearning for something to break the viscous calm. "Talk" "You" Think

She would rise from the powdered floor, her acute triangular ears detached from the world until hearing a slight buzz in her ear. She lacked the efforts to move, and yet it would seem she was being pooled from her secluded area, falling upon a man in the distance. Meinx would give a soft huff, the slight bags beneath her eyes making her look slightly older then intended to be. Her slender bodice would weave eagerly around all the foliage as her spine slinks in and out of the faint shadows. " Why so sad?" the yearling would coo, her medium height given her the impression that she where already fully grown. It never did fail to amuse her at just how small some wolves came to be, and yet the man directly in front seemed to tower a great height, just like the adravendi bloodline seems to possess. Table by Lu image by Luisiana - Code for Ala Only

The intrusion set Raisa's hackles to rising, and Koros skittered quickly into her shadow. When she turned, though, she found herself looking down at what appeared to be a juvenile. Her paws were still too large for her form, and she seemed... spindly. Raisa sighed and forced her mane to lie flat. "A child," she said dryly. "And what are you doing here?" Her tone did not broker a pleasant atmosphere, and she wouldn't be surprised if it affronted the young girl. Perhaps it will, if I'm lucky, she thought dryly to herself. She was in no mood to entertain. Koros, unfortunately, seemed all too eager to meet the wolf after determining she was not going to assault him. In an irritatingly chipper tone he introduced himself, stepping forward and bowing all the while. "Good evening, Miss! I am Koros, first steward to the royal line of Xanilov. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance." Raisa glared at the small fox and grunted, turning away to watch the first evening stars appear. Perhaps if she ignored them both they would go away... "Talk" "You" Think