The Sunspire the once and future king

"Really?"  Iovan perked at Rannoch's approval, and his tail slapped the ground as all attempts of formality fell to the prospect of actually having a place here. He caught himself, and straightened, a sheepish glint taking hold of his smile. "I mean, thank you," and he tipped his head in a grateful reception, though his heart still leapt with the excitement of having a home again - even if it would be without his sister.

The monarch couldn't have asked him for anything better to share, and he rifled through the stories he'd heard and experienced, eager to pick something the king would enjoy. Rannoch seemed an amicable man - his dark and silent second hand, Iovan could read less - but he decided anyway he would share a tale that would be bright and uplifting. The last thing he wanted was to drag down the mood. "Hmm... oh! I know!" He grinned, and his eyes glinted with the eagerness to share. "Have you ever heard the story of the Firstwolf and the Raven? That's one of my favourites."