Golden Glade Oblivion

A playful smile tugged at Aspen's lips and Nico returned one of his own, green eyes glittering with the barest hint of mischief. Rarely did any emotion cross his gaze, unless he wished for it to be shown. In this case, the boy had determined the Queen to be of no immediate threat to him and sought to, perhaps, become companions, friends. A part of him was hesitant, unsure of whether to form connections with one that he would inevitably part with. But then he offered himself a mental shrug; it didn't matter, as long as their connection was no deeper than packmates, touching the barest surface of friendship, if it even came to that.

"General, Commander, whichever name your Highnesses prefer," Nico said, rubbing his claws into the ground, another way to scent mark without peeing. "I'll like to pursue the Mercenary trade," he began, his tone thoughtful. "But I'm aiming to be a Medic as well, or perhaps a Scout. I haven't made up my mind yet. I'll see what happens, go with the flow." As a soldier, go with the flow was perhaps the worse thing he could say. Everything needed a well thought, tactical plan but now, in a way, he was freed from his duties, so while he hadn't 'retired' completely, he had relaxed, somewhat.

"What about you, my lady?" the edge of his lip quirked upward in his signature bad boy smile. Nico knew she was a married woman, but he wasn't trying to hit on her, he had someone else in mind.