Totoka River There is no sorrow like the memory of love and the knowledge that it is gone forever

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There was a twinge of regret in the young wolf's heart as she observed the obvious pain her question had stirred in the man, envoking a subtle wince out of her, but the feeling quickly dissipated as she listened to his response. The notion that his kingdom had "many names" immediately made an uneasy feeling to stirr in the pit of her stomach. Putting it that way made his home sound... popular. Widely known. Important. As if tales of his kingdom (which he apparently called "the Vale") were often whispered from wolf to wolf, both inside and outside of it's walls, like a shared legend among all. It made her feel like she should know it, like if it were that important her mother or father would have at least mentioned it, just once, yet the name he called it by did not ring a single bell. So, she was left with that uncomfrotable, empty feeling of one forgetting something very signifigant, like a piece of a very crucial puzzle was missing. Perhaps, when looking back on it, she might realize her need to remember something she'd never learned was really just her desperation to connect with the past.

When he admitted he himself did not know its "true name", her brows furrowed together once more in confusion. So these "druids" (whatever those were) and his father knew the kingdom's true name, but... not him? Not the kingdom's prince and future ruler? She found it puzzling, so puzzling that it almost seemed amusing. Perhaps his ignorance of the kingdom's true name was linked to shirking his princely duties... another concept that was so strange it was almost funny. Did he really want to be a knight that bad? So caught up in just trying to figure out this mysterious Pendragon, she didn't really stop to reconsider his glum mood before asking, "Exactly what drives a wolf such as yourself to choose the life of a knight over a prince...?"

She reflected inwardly on the question for a silent moment after, as if she'd asked it to herself as well. Once finished with this, however, and tuning back in to hear his response, it was then that caught herself, causing her eyes to widen just a bit. "Ahem. On second thought, I... understand that's personal, and I suppose I have been asking a lot of questions..." She awkwardly turned her gaze aside, not sure if she should stand tall and be proud of her curiosity or actually back down a little. It certainly wasn't every day that she'd pardon a wolf from her need for knowlege (she'd ask as many questions as she'd like, thank you very much, for a princess had the right to know), but due to their similar situations and their shared nobility, she figured he was worthy of being an exception. She could back off, just this once, and actually be sensible in her actions. If he didn't want to answer, that would be... fiiiiiiine...
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