centuries

Quick interjection, carry on lovelies <3 I'm enjoying this lots

Vienna listened, perfectly happily, as Sumayl listed his skills, certain that he would measure up to the pack standards. After all he was strong, healthy, and hadn't bitten her head off for plowing him over into the mud. What more could they want?

Her ears flattened, though, when Jace growled at him for his language. She looked at him sharply, opening her mouth to protest, but before she could get a word in they were off. Boys.... she thought, pursing her lips and looking skyward as they argued with one another as to whether his skills were good enough to be considered.

While she understood Jace's concern, in many ways she was no longer the young girl he had known before leaving. Being out on her own, she had met many, and heard many things far worse than the words spoken out of the male's mouth. It wasn't as though her ears would fall off from the shock. She was a big girl, older than he, and though her youthful innocence had remained she didn't feel, in this particular instance especially, that she needed protected. All covered in mud, she was hardly a lady anyway. She didn't need coddling, despite her feminine persuasion.

God they weren't understanding each other. She didn't want to undermine her brother, nor did she want to tick Sumayl off anymore than he already was, but this was getting out of hand. "I think what my brother is trying to ask," oh so elegantly, she thought, exasperated, "is whether or not you have any experience in a pack. What sorts of roles you've taken up, how you've aided and such." She thought his skills sounded just fine, but again, it wasn't her call.