Weeks had gone by since Piety had met a frantic, goldenrod mother on the hunt for her missing daughter. He had promised to remain alert for the girl, but since he had come across no such child of Alyx’s description, he now thought it was high time to check in on the status of her search; Was it ongoing? Had any clues been found? Or had their search ended? And though his methods would make him appear selfless, or suffering from nothing more than innate curiosity, the mountain wolf knew exactly what he stood to gain in favor by doing so.
She was a self-proclaimed leader of the Firebirds, after all, which he thought might be a relationship worth fostering, if there was one to be had. Not that he expected social acceptance right away, Piety just had very little doubts, and he knew that his willingness to perform due diligence had its intangible merits.
The longshadow arrived at the copse’s doorstep with a confirmatory sniff. It was early still, in the overcast day, but not so much so that it might be considered rude for him to call for an audience. He stood back, loosing a querying howl: @Niamh? It is Piety. Is there news?
She was a self-proclaimed leader of the Firebirds, after all, which he thought might be a relationship worth fostering, if there was one to be had. Not that he expected social acceptance right away, Piety just had very little doubts, and he knew that his willingness to perform due diligence had its intangible merits.
The longshadow arrived at the copse’s doorstep with a confirmatory sniff. It was early still, in the overcast day, but not so much so that it might be considered rude for him to call for an audience. He stood back, loosing a querying howl: @Niamh? It is Piety. Is there news?
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Wherein the moralist design'd - by Piety - October 20, 2020, 02:38 PM
RE: Wherein the moralist design'd - by RIP Niamh - October 24, 2020, 07:09 PM