safe and sound --- visitor

[torren]

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M u d i t ā . n.
Prince Conrí Ó Faoláin, the young wildcat resisted the urge to correct.  Far from their homeland, the prince began to believe the fae perhaps disliked the use of their royal titles -- Torren realized he too, tended to avoid passing out his title since it bore no importance so far from home.  Rather he failed to pretend he lacked the poise and formality of a royally-born cat.  His entire manner of holding himself spoke beyond measure.

Conrí, seems to him, more like to fall in the category of heroism-seeking princes.  His obvious protectiveness and compassion of his sister shone as a beacon.  The sight of someone so intently concerned for Kiira brought some relief to the wildcat.  As the days passed with little improvement, he grew wary for the fox's health.  And she's avoiding everyone.

In response, a smile began forming across his maw.  Politely, he inclined his head towards the larger canine.  "Conrí," the distinct accent felt familiar on his tongue, "welcome to Tanglewood.  My name is Torren Winther.  I'm a friend of —" now that was an interesting predicament.  "Your sister."  Both names, he feels inclined to believe, seemed to fit her perfectly now; they both belonged to her.

"I will accompany you as she shows you the town as well, if you like."