(393) Welcome Tim! :> This will be my last post. You guys can continue or come up with an OOC ending/assume Ink took Roland back to the village. You can also PP Lilin saying goodbye to them and such!
It was her pack mate who replied first, employing a greeting mirroring hers in simplicity. Her gaze found his salt and pepper face, awaiting further explanation when the stranger promptly interjected. She remained silent, assessing his motives with great difficulty. Lilin made no effort to conceal the perturbation highlighting her features when the youngster spoke of his own well-being being at risk. It was an honest answer, she had to give him that much. She had, however, expected him to provide her with a good reason to grant him admission into the pack. No such thing followed suit, making her wonder if he would be more a liability than an asset to Vinatta. Despite her uncertainty, the Virding took a step forward and shook the stranger's hand.
''I'm afraid you'll have to give us something in return if you want a home,'' she replied, hoping the newcomer would understand. What could he do for her? Lilin had seen innocent lives wither and fade away. She had also been a loner for the majority of her life -- she knew how dangerous it was out there. Those were facts of life and none of it fazed her enough to grant him a free admission. Ink came to his rescue before the Virding could say anything else, providing the information she'd been awaiting. ''Three rogues on your own? Impressive,'' she admitted, tucking a stray curl behind her ear. So this was the trespasser Saul had mentioned in passing. She supposed he'd had a good enough reason to do so, given the extenuating circumstances. ''I'm willing to give you a chance. You'll be a Risna until you've proven yourself to the pack.'' With that, the mother-to-be turned to Temeraire's friend; granting him a lopsided smirk. ''Since you two know each other already, Ink will bring you to Jordheim.''
She needed time to rest and the journey back to Jordheim was a little too tiresome. Ink was trustworthy and capable enough. ''Ink, please stop by the storage house and give him two pelts and a bottle of wine,'' she continued, unfastening her own Frithr necklace before offering it to their newest recruit. Lilin could get another one from the pack's inventory when she got back to the village. ''Every Vinattan owns a Frithr necklace-- you should too. Welcome to the pack.''
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