10-28-2018, 04:55 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; color;"]"You may not call me that. Agathe is fine."
Lady Agathe. Lady Agathe! What was this? Goddesses above, she was as far from a lady as a person could get! Perhaps she should have told this stranger that, informing him as curtly - as coldly - as she could that he was staring at a warrior, not a lady. But Moon's arrival paired with his own request caused her to try to reign in her temper just a bit. Mistress Moon was a far worse nickname, she thought, but as long as it drew attention away from the formalities originally tossed in her direction, she would not make any comment.
At least her annoyance towards Atticus killing the moose had dissipated. She cared not that the kill didn't belong to her as she gazed at it and processed his words, the faintest of frowns finally appearing upon her features. Somewhere faraway? She supposed she knew a lot about faraway as well- not that that excused that gods awful formality. The cloaked lieutenant would merely shake her head, lips parting in response, "This is the Ascendants and..." She paused, that steely expression finally giving way to a brief smile (but only because she was talking about Moon), "Mistress Moon here is our Seraph." She paused only to inhale the aroma of the moose, stomach rumbling in response. He was right- they couldn't waste it.
"Would you like to join our ranks? And thank you... For the moose, I mean."
Lady Agathe. Lady Agathe! What was this? Goddesses above, she was as far from a lady as a person could get! Perhaps she should have told this stranger that, informing him as curtly - as coldly - as she could that he was staring at a warrior, not a lady. But Moon's arrival paired with his own request caused her to try to reign in her temper just a bit. Mistress Moon was a far worse nickname, she thought, but as long as it drew attention away from the formalities originally tossed in her direction, she would not make any comment.
At least her annoyance towards Atticus killing the moose had dissipated. She cared not that the kill didn't belong to her as she gazed at it and processed his words, the faintest of frowns finally appearing upon her features. Somewhere faraway? She supposed she knew a lot about faraway as well- not that that excused that gods awful formality. The cloaked lieutenant would merely shake her head, lips parting in response, "This is the Ascendants and..." She paused, that steely expression finally giving way to a brief smile (but only because she was talking about Moon), "Mistress Moon here is our Seraph." She paused only to inhale the aroma of the moose, stomach rumbling in response. He was right- they couldn't waste it.
"Would you like to join our ranks? And thank you... For the moose, I mean."
[font=arial][color=#510205][size=16pt]WATCH IT [i]GROW[/i], CHILD OF WAR
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