We were young once

Akira · (This post was last modified: May 10, 2019, 11:41 AM by Akira.)

It is already too late to swim when the water reaches your lips.

Just as it seemed likely for Pheiros to get away cleanly with his lie, it was now to be challenged by the woman who had strictly claimed this title with much more authentic authority than a mere shrug and a distorted pair of words. The Blue Swan walked with not only highlighted mannerism of royalty, but she strode deliberately with purpose, with a subtle confidence that ignored the title she had snatched from under the tyrant who stole the crown from Ford.

She was the Alphess of this claim, and luckily for Pheiros, he would be spared a sharp tongue as she had not heard his meager words due to distance and sounds of the ever-boundless sea at large. No, he was clear of such sin. But her body language, even for someone as petite as she, rose above his own with the majesty he could never possess.

“Hail.” Her voice was just as it had always been- clear as the twinkle of chimes within a brisk fall breeze, yet the sound was not as meek as it once was upon her working on not only healing herself as as she knew how, but figuring out these lands, the different dwellings of these other wolves without being so intrusive. She was the taker of this place, but even as a master, she was still a scholar. There was no level of pride that would upsurp her thirst to learn.

“I oversee this pack. What is it that you seek, traveler?” She asked inquisitively as she neared the pair of quadrupeds.

Not all birds have been taught to fly. Some simply fall until they either learn, or perish.