we last because we're colorful

Alaine Winters · 04-14-2011, 08:52 PM

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When morning broke on her second day in the land of the murderous coyotes, Alaine thanked Morrigan for her life and her soul, and went about her self-placed duties. It was extreme to think of herself as dwelling in such a hostile place, but the Aquila had promised her protection, and thus far the chaotic band he called a clan had abided by this. The woman she loathed to see, Talitha, had not come - But nor had any others, apart from the Infernian healer himself. An interesting young man, somewhat blunt and unemotional, but wise nonetheless. She could find no flaws in the methods he had used to care for Gabriel, but had insisted on taking over his duties for the wounded King while here so that he might attend the needs of the rest of the clan.

She had not left the building since arriving, but the sound of a deliriously happy knickering drew her attention to the presence of Ezekiel and Viggo. Nana proved to be a good watchdog for the young man, her strange motherly adoration of him manifesting itself in a series of sounds that Alaine could now recognize to be the strange speech she shared with the hybrid prince. Feeling somewhat nostalgic, she leaned on a pillar on the porch and watched her pupil for a moment in silence - He was, as yet, unaware of her presence, enveloped in interactions with the two horses and a pair of blackbirds she recognized to be ravens. A thoughtful frown colored her exotic features, one brow high in curiosity. He could speak to the ravens, also? How peculiar…

"Ezekiel!" She finally called out in greeting, lyrical tone expressing its happiness to see him. "Your father is resting," through no will of his own, of course, "How do you fare?"

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