Don't know where I'm going

Ralla · 04-28-2011, 10:38 PM

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It's alright; most of us are addicted, too Tongue

"Our paths aren't so strict. If it should be that you find yourself more suited to another rank as you progress, you may switch. You must start from the bottom each time, though," she said as reassurance. "Most members start off as Itses, though, if they are undecided in their paths." A faraway look was on the other woman's face as Ralla explained the pack, but she could tell that the black and white female was considering; and obviously liking the ideals. Ralla had been fascinated by the peppering of white on the other's face for a time; it was truly fascinating. Ever-introspective, Ralla thought it a good omen, since she associated most celestial objects with good things. Granted, things such as the red planet or rainbow rings around the sun were actually bad, but stars on a wolf? It certainly couldn't be bad. After the snowstorm, Ralla was convinced to follow her gut feelings more and not be afraid to express what she perceived, as was her duty and lot in life. The Great Spirits and moon did not send messages and signs merely to be ignored.

Ralla was happy to see the other wolfess's face brighten as she finished her explanation. "We'd be glad to have you, then," she said, hearing the sudden change in tone as the other wolfess spoke. It had an air of sadness; a sadness so close to Ralla's own when she had first arrived; without a home, run away from family, hopeful of the chance in front of her. "Jefferson and I will bring you in; that is, if he wasn't on his way elsewhere?" she semi-asked, looking to their stand-in Kalona in question. She would not mind either way, and would accompany her in to see her settled. Cercatori D'Arte could wait.

Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.

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