Cedar Sweep The wrath of God in a bottle.

 

In some ways looking at her reminded him of what Eirlys had looked like at the start of their lives. Pale, perfect, only hints of other things that might come - and it might have been that notion that drew him in at first. Ceallach offered a smile as her name was given, wondering if it was too informal to call her Luna or if even giving the name might have been an invitation for her to use it. "Which do you prefer?" He asked, while his sisters might have been welcome to call him Ceally he didn't think that was exactly a name of power to use when he was out and about.

While Ceallach had always belonged to Teaghlaigh he didn't have any issues with a loner - his parents could have been considered loners before they'd formed Teaghlaigh. Well. Before his father and his associates had, he knew his mother had still been part of Donnelaith at that time. "My pack is very close to here, if you do decide to settle nearby." It wasn't exactly an invitation, not without knowing her, but he could consider at least telling her lest she show up on their doorstep and not even realize it. He was taken aback for a moment by her statement, a little goofy grin breaking through the polish exterior he tried to project. "Oh! Um...thanks!" He said quickly, although he couldn't imagine how he was pretty when she was so beautiful - how could they be compared? "But...but you're like...something else. Beautiful." He quickly added, as if she might not have known that.