The White Ash of Snow

Princess Chance · 03-31-2011, 03:59 PM

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The members of Cour des Miracles, though important to her because she lived among them, were not Princess’ first concern. The ones she cared for were, of course, but she was often too busy to focus entirely on meeting each and every one of the pack’s dogs or wolves. She merely nodded, a noncommittal gesture. Unless Noss was going to harm her children, his future plans to join were not entirely of her interest. Her rank was not high enough to warrant accepting new members or even interrogating strangers on the border, though of course that fell on the shoulders of anyone that found an intruder who seemed threatening. To avoid that, Princess simply did not go to the borders often, and to pass them twice in two days was bizarre for her. She usually kept to herself and her small family.

Even if he was only one the first tier of his rank pathway, J’Adore had seemed exceptionally proud of his place in the tribe. It was enough for him to refuse to leave to be with his future mate, and instead he expected her to move for him. Though it was okay to be selfish sometimes, and the young Lady Chance had told him that the day prior, she knew she had have been livid if Haven had ever expected her to move for him without considering or trying it himself. The Miracles Knight had never asked her to move; she had done it on her own and she had surprised him completely. It had been a leap of faith, as she had not known whether or not he even wanted her there, but she had done it and she thought J’Adore was selfish not to consider it just because of his place in the pack. However, she did not mention this to Ralla, on the off chance that she would be angered by the idea of him abandoning the tribe. “I don’t know much about the tribe’s history,” she said instead. It was a part of why she had ventured away from her home today.

Gathering wood for the tribe was not exactly how she had planned to spend her day, but Princess did not mind helping. Perhaps it would be a way to solidify the relationship between the tribe and the court, as she knew they already had a good interpack relationship. “I think so. White, and one that’s already dead? I can help you look, and maybe load small pieces, but I can’t help with the cutting,” she added, as if it really needed to be said. The young Lady Chance was extremely delicate, visibly so, and she did not even have anything to cut with, anyway. It was a strange thought, indeed, to think of herself doing much manual labor, but she could try and help as best as she could. She could only imagine what Haven would think of his petite and dainty mate helping cut wood for a fire. If she were in his place, she would probably laugh when she learned of it.

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