The White Ash of Snow

Princess Chance · 03-28-2011, 12:31 PM

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She was hesitant to move closer to the tribal woman, but as the alabaster female did not seem threatening—in fact, she seemed quite welcoming now that the axe was no longer swinging by her side—the young Lady Chance did not see why she would need to worry about her. The names she spoke were mostly familiar, though she did not know of any Noss in the pack. However, she knew Strelein and she knew of Anatoliy, though she did not know him very well, nor had she ever had any interactions with him to her recollection besides at pack meetings or gatherings. As far as she knew, both males were doing well, but she could say nothing of Ralla’s brother. She had never even heard of a Noss in the pack. “As far as I know, both Strelein and Anatoliy are fine. I don’t know of your brother, sorry. When did he join?” She had been focused on her own small family as of late, so if he was a newer member, it would certainly make sense.

She could not remember if the tribal man from the day prior had given her the name of his rank, though he had told her what he did. It was possible he had given her the official title he held, but she had been wary of him at first and perhaps that was why she could not remember what it was that he was technically called. AniWaya certainly had a different type of hierarchy than any of the packs she had ever been in, but she was fond of where she was now. She was a relatively high-ranking member of the pack of Miracles and her rank title suited her well, as she was indeed a Lady and a proper one at that. “I met J’Adore Austral yesterday. He said he is a fire-tender… So do you two work together in your duties?” He had mentioned that the tribe’s Great Fire had been extinguished during the snow storm, but she did not mention that now.

The idea that the trees were guarded by spirits and had feelings was a foreign one to Princess, so she assumed it was entirely related to life in the tribe. It was a strange idea, indeed, but she could not scorn the woman’s way of thinking if that was how she lived. That certainly explained the axe she had been carrying, though. “Do you want some help looking for a tree you could take wood from?” The young Lady Chance probably could not help with cutting the tree, but she could likely help look for it and then maybe she could help load the wagon Ralla had with her as the tribal woman cut the tree into pieces. As long as the pieces were relatively small and did not weigh much, then she figured she could be of some help, but they would need to be smaller for her to help. Princess was small and delicate, and she was often tired now from being a mother.

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