the wind will be wailing

Mati Church · 06-10-2010, 12:36 PM

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Mati was glad that she could shake her head at the female’s statement. The smile she wore was still soft yet it was growing steadily as their conversation progressed. Oh no, Mati answered with a small laugh. Compared to the injuries that Cambria had sustained during the fall of Old Red her small cuts were truly nothing at all. But the way she was able to place the small pieced of fabric on Mati’s hands made note of her obvious talent and skill in the field. just a few scrapes The cut along her thumb had been the deepest she believed, but it had healed without infection and though there was still a scar there was nothing that could truly be done to prevent it.

The world was certainly a small one, and for the Church fey especially between Crimson Dreams and Cour des Miracles. There were many that had come and gone between the packs and it seemed that the Dreamers often gave them members. Such was true with Princess. Any member that wandered from the Miracles homelands was bound to meet a Dreamer that was familiar is some way. Mati loved her home, and found no reason for her to leave like her siblings. It had been hard to see them drift away, but she had established herself in rank and purpose among the Crimson Dreams wolves. It was her home, and she could not think of a reason for leaving. I’m sure you’ve found Cours suitable. Her tone was light-hearted and friendly. Thoughts and worries surrounding the large horse no longer weighing her down.

Mati listened intently, and agreed with her hope for peace, but it was the notion of her craft that brought the most interest. I hope so as well, She remarked with a polite tone, wishing for peace some not something to be ignored. What is it that you make? Her curiosity obvious in her tone as her eyes brightened.

Laughing lightly, I know Haven would appreciate the lesson. Mati did not know of the fights that Haven had been in, if any. She always dreamt that he would never have to use the sword that he had found, and never be in danger. Of course, it was only wishful thinking. She knew that the truth was likely something different

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