Teme Chibi is by Requiem!

Since finding Lena a week and a bit ago and making sure she was okay, unharmed and happy to see him again, the boys spirits had been lifted. He planned on making the trip over to New Dawn more often to see her- she was fast becoming a good friend and the boy enjoyed her company, even with the dark cloud of Cody hanging over them. The Stormbringer boy still felt as though he was in the right, despite Lena pointing out that he hadn't been friendly to her brother. What was he supposed to do? Submit to her brothers 'wrath', apologise for saving his sisters life and be done with it? The boy didn't think so. Even thinking about it made him scowl and want to hit something. He'd taken to the trees instead, swinging easily up into the branches and higher until he reached the top and settled precariously on a flimsy branch to contemplate.


Usually, the male was not one to think a lot. Unlike his father, who spent a good portion of his time worrying and generally thinking himself to an early death, Temeraire was a do-er. So after only a few moments of thinking up a tree, he'd brushed aside his concerns and gleefully swung through the trees, dancing along the branches that overlapped into the next tree. He could lose himself up here, but he found it a good technique. In fact, he'd begun to practise hunting from the trees- he'd almost had a successful deer hunt the other day, but the wind had shifted at the wrong time and scattered his prey. Perhaps a hunt would take his mind off of things.


Dipping out of the branches to check where he was, and whether he was close to hunting ground, the boy was surprised to see the lightness of an opening in the trees up ahead. He thought perhaps he'd come back around to Jordheim, but he knew the trees there like the back of his hand. This would be the other village in Vinátta- the developing Sveit Village. Dropping silently from the tree, the dark boy moved forward to emerge from the forest and into the presence of the hall. It was long and low, probably only eleven or twelve feet high. But the large table within and the benches set for sitting would house the whole pack if need be- the wide double doors locked easily and the fireplace given for warmth. It would be a good place to hole up, should the opportunity ever be needed. Standing close to the double doors, Temeraire found himself looking around him before moving to enter the building.

Teme Chibi is by Requiem!

Pushing the door aside, Temeraire inhaled the scent of a fresh building. This was the only building so far in what was to become the Sveit village and Tem was pleased to see his family had done a good job. While the hall wasn't massive, it was a comfortable size that would serve to fit the pack in should they have need of it. The giant table that spanned most of the hall, two equally big benches set on either side for seating, seemed the perfect get-up to him- there wasn't the awkward situation of too little chairs should they actually intend to get everyone in here. The fireplace that sat almost at the head of the table was big and Teme saw that his uncle Bran had done a good job in building it. Taking in the sites was easy for him, blue eyes wide as he looked towards the large map of Vinátta on the wall, the big book that recorded important events they wished to document.


His musings were interrupted as a soft, feminine greeting called out and Temeraire whipped around, blue eyes meeting the honey-blonde of his aunt. His father had informed him of her arrival and Temeraire had acknowledge it with a nod of his head and the disinterested shrug of his shoulder. It was perhaps an exaggerated response- he was actually quite excited to meet her. He was just a little dubious, because his 'Uncle' Gideon hadn't lasted two minutes in their ranks. He saw her stumble and couldn't help the snicker that escaped him. It was rude, he knew, but he also couldn't help it.


You must be Shiloh, my Aunt. I'm Temeraire. He introduced, rich tones confident as he took striding steps forward to aid his aunt if she was in any pain. Pale tipped tail flashed back and forth however, to show he was at least friendly as he reached out to help her.

Teme Chibi is by Requiem!

For a moment, it felt like they were sizing each other up. Blue eyes met blue as his words hung in the air and Temeraire felt judged. At the same time, he felt as though he was similar to his aunt- or his aunt was similar to himself. There appeared to be a confidence about her that Teme admired despite the slightest suspicion that they were looking each other up and down. As quickly as it had come, the feeling dissipated and Temeraire relaxed slightly. He shouldn't be judgemental of his own family- that would get him nowhere in life. Instead, he plastered the smile on his face, his tail automatically wagging as she politely declined his offer of assistance. He stepped back also, feeling no need to hover close to her personal space. White rimmed ears flickered forward at her words, polite as ever.


He refrained from returning the sentiment- unlike his father, who offered the words casually it seemed, Temeraire didn't know yet if it was nice to meet her. Instead he inclined his head softly, not arrogantly as it may at first seem, but an acknowledgement of her words. Her next words didn't fail to cause the male to snort in derision. Had she looked at him clearly? Had she seen his father since they were both young? In case she hadn't notice, Temeraire took almost exclusively after his mother. With an angled shrug of his shoulders, he disagreed. I don't think I look anything like him... or any other relative for that matter. He offered in return, not unkindly but with a hint of cynicism that spoke of a truer doubt.


Seconds of silence ticked by and Temeraire couldn't help the smirk that washed over his lips. He'd heard about his aunt, through his father of course, but there was never anything better than meeting one in the flesh. And Shiloh seemed to be a complexity of mystery that Temeraire felt drawn to. Her chit-chatter didn't fail to bring yet another snort from the boy, though the nod to his head belied the derision he seemed to exude. It is a beautiful place, though I can't say the 'Village Hall' adds to the beauty. He commented dryly, before shaking his head softly when his aunt asked of his part. I wasn't allowed, though my father could probably have used me as a distraction for Sura... He commented, thinking of the mischievous young pup. Why are you here? He questioned in return, blue eyes seeking blue. Surely she had a good thing going on in the Solbjorg, what had bought her here?