Wheeling Gull Isle Wandering child of the earth,

The red Greek didnt believe he would ever get used to the idea of a woman, or anyone for that matter, lowering to him. It had happened on a number of occasions, all of which Aiolos regarded awkwardly. Now, though he was still felt odd when seeing it done, had learned to mask the 'wtf' expression from his features. Had he not been born a basterd, had he not been subjected to slavery, his bloodline would have ensured him a very different manner of upbringing. He would have been a far more callous and smug wolf then he was today. 

Hunting is of course, always a desired trait and we've plenty of small mouths to feed. He spoke, a smile touching creamy cheeks to know she'd interest in joining their ranks. Sing and dance, now that is a far more unique trait. I'm sure our Empress Hua would take pleasure in this. Useful during our celebrations. They had yet to have one though the Moon Festival wouldnt be long away, nor the 'coming of age' celebration. A ceremony he hoped by then his son could be a part of.