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Cwmfen smiled shyly as the Rosea silently greeted her, and the woad tipped tail waved several times behind her in an expression of her lighthearted mood. The white orbs drifted to the thing that was retrieved by the white female, and she watched it for a moment with alert ears, curious as to what it was. The warrior, however, had not expected the strange box to be presented to her. With mild but sudden surprise, the white orbs looked up at the Rosea, as if unsure as to whether she should take it or not. With a soft smile, she placed her glass aside as she accepted the gift with both hands, giving a slight bow that was in the manner of the Korean culture more than the culture of the Caledonians. The woad bound ears flickered back humbly; she felt that she had not done all that she could have for the Rosea and Dahlia de Mai, but the white leader’s appreciation was more than enough for the warrior. But the warrior had no gift in return and had nothing to give. "My loyalty is with you and with the pack," the quiet melody responded formally. Her mannerisms, however, were almost awkward in this situation and context, and she did not know how to otherwise express her gratitude.
Holding the wrapped thing in her hands, the warrior soon realized that it was a book. While the warrior did not know how to read, the value of the gift was not lost upon her. The black fae was one to value things for their meaning on not for the worth that others may have placed upon them. Gently, she pulled away the wrapping, looking upon the cover with great interest. The sound of the book as it opened was strangely captivating, and she breathed in the scent of the pages as they turned. Looking up, she could only offer a silent gratitude that was held with open ease upon her white gaze; this was the first time someone had given something to her. And this gift would give her an excuse to learn the trade of reading. She wondered silently what secrets were held within those pages.
Once more, her attention was averted as Cercelee moved away. The warrior’s mind was darkened by the air conveyed by the Solum. Where once the warrior had respected the Irish woman’s strength of character, now her respect had been lowered. The warrior was able to give her respect, and some deserved it more than others. Yet, the female could not, at times, understand mental weakness, and she saw the demoted female’s behavior as such. It was a shame that such things had to happen, but there had always been a choice. The other had simply made the wrong choice, it seemed. Carefully, the woman regarded the Rosea and the Solum in case trouble should arise, though she did not expect that it should. Of course, one could never know.
The woad marked fae smiled a greeting to Tokyo, placing the book back within the wrapping as she held it carefully in her arm. "How have you been?" It was always something that the woman wondered of the newcomers. Briefly, her gaze lifted to find Sankor; perhaps she should go to converse with the male, for too much time had passed since their last encounter. The black female wondered how the male had fared, believing that it must have been easier in the past moons for the wolf than it had been for herself. But she did not move to him yet, for the woman with the turquoise eyes had found her first. And so her attention was given to this female for the moment. Of course, it would not have been uninvited if the male did come to join them, and so she tried to make eye contact before looking back to the female that stood before her.
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