11-19-2016, 10:11 PM
Ruan
His eldest daughter burst from the foliage like a happy sparrow, flying straight into his side. He lifted his wing naturally to allow her in, draping it over her in a light hug as he nuzzled her neck. There you are, my bright flame. She'd already gotten better with her wolf ways; he hadn't even realized she was there as she crouched downwind from the drifting breeze.
Jinju greeted them, and he noted a slight change in those present. The girl's entrance was a balm to the awkward stuffiness of diplomacy. They were less a kingdom, and more a band of family. An ever-growing pack. The faint hint of edginess in the mare that smelled like prey smoothed away into neutral comfort. As she gave her name, Longear, he tried not to think how fun it'd be to chase her. Hare were always great fun.
Instead, his eyes slid to the darker mare and lingered in curiosity as he felt Reagan join the meeting. He didn't have to see her to know she was there. Even without her magic, power centered around her like an aura of grace and dignity. He on the other hand was quiet, a bit wild. Solid and watchful. The support and foundation that held her high and steady.
His eyes still studied the silent one as they spoke.
"Hello Magnus, it has been a long time. What brings you to my forest?" Reagan addressed the leader, the golden one named Magnus. Ruan frowned in confusion and his gaze flickered to the man as he repeated what Reagan said with, "My name is Magnus." He asked her if they'd met before, and apologized for his slippery memory.
Magnus continued, stating his home and his purpose to introduce themselves to the other territories. Everyone had traded names, save for the dark and mysterious one, so mission accomplished in Ruan's mind, he supposed. Dull-blue eyes steadied on her again, tilting his head curiously.
He trusted Reagan to conduct the business side of the conversation, keeping his hearing in tune with their talk to learn from it as he did his own speaking of a sort. He wasn't knowledgeable in how these things were meant to be handled, had never been a leader, and kept an eager mind to learn it from one far more experienced, as he approached the woman cautiously. He blew a gentle breath at her, taking in her scent in a silent introduction. A wolf's greeting, perhaps.
His gaze drifted to his mate every so often, listening intently. Soaking in everything she had to teach him in these odd, political ways.
Jinju greeted them, and he noted a slight change in those present. The girl's entrance was a balm to the awkward stuffiness of diplomacy. They were less a kingdom, and more a band of family. An ever-growing pack. The faint hint of edginess in the mare that smelled like prey smoothed away into neutral comfort. As she gave her name, Longear, he tried not to think how fun it'd be to chase her. Hare were always great fun.
Instead, his eyes slid to the darker mare and lingered in curiosity as he felt Reagan join the meeting. He didn't have to see her to know she was there. Even without her magic, power centered around her like an aura of grace and dignity. He on the other hand was quiet, a bit wild. Solid and watchful. The support and foundation that held her high and steady.
His eyes still studied the silent one as they spoke.
"Hello Magnus, it has been a long time. What brings you to my forest?" Reagan addressed the leader, the golden one named Magnus. Ruan frowned in confusion and his gaze flickered to the man as he repeated what Reagan said with, "My name is Magnus." He asked her if they'd met before, and apologized for his slippery memory.
Magnus continued, stating his home and his purpose to introduce themselves to the other territories. Everyone had traded names, save for the dark and mysterious one, so mission accomplished in Ruan's mind, he supposed. Dull-blue eyes steadied on her again, tilting his head curiously.
He trusted Reagan to conduct the business side of the conversation, keeping his hearing in tune with their talk to learn from it as he did his own speaking of a sort. He wasn't knowledgeable in how these things were meant to be handled, had never been a leader, and kept an eager mind to learn it from one far more experienced, as he approached the woman cautiously. He blew a gentle breath at her, taking in her scent in a silent introduction. A wolf's greeting, perhaps.
His gaze drifted to his mate every so often, listening intently. Soaking in everything she had to teach him in these odd, political ways.
ooc: im still new at group threading and hopefully did not come off as ignoring anyone x.x
