Stavanger Bay I am not the slave to history but rather the slave to ambition.

Rowan offered him a brighter smile, tail flowing behind her even as he hid away from his exuberance. He was excited and she found it charming, not unlike a child's sort of glee. It was something Rowan had not known herself, not for many years. Nous sommes beaucoup rare - un trop grand nombre d'entre nous et nous posséder le monde. And wouldn't that be a sight? 

Idly she wondered what that would might have been like, but, she remembered he had said where he was from. Her ears quirked and she licked her lips, smoothing a few errant whiskers in the process. Where did you say you were from? she knew that name.