[ooc] -- i thought you'd be there.
holding daisies, counting stars. -- [bic]
Given the run ins the past few weeks with various wolf blessed with the sir name Sadira, Cercelee shouldn’t have been surprised, yet when he spoke his name something in her jolted. The first name held no meaning, but neither had many of the other first names she had heard. It was all centered around that last name. The second part, the part she hadn’t claimed and never had, the part her father had kept from his children, yet that was the part everyone insisted was her link from them to her. Still, she didn’t tote it around like baggage at the end of her name, her name was fine on it’s own. Cercelee. Despite it’s one flaw of invoking the image of a dead Clouded Tears alpha to many who heard the similarities between them.
Composing herself from the inside out, shutting out the shock as soon as it had shown up, Cercelee smiled easily at the male, her voice even more even than her face. Cercelee would have made a wonderful liar.
Well we certainly have a pack, and room for more members, so you’re in luck. Luck had little to do with it, this male would still have to give a reason for Cercelee to trust him enough to set foot past the borders, and she wasn’t sure if family bonds, if he even was family, would even be enough for her.
I’m Cercelee, rosea of this pack, which is one of the leading ranks. It was not said in any bragging manner, she wasn’t really even proud of it, but they had made the ranks up purely on whim, and there was no way to tell which rank was higher than another unless explained out loud..
So where do you come from? Was there a previous pack? Maybe he was displaced from the fire, it wasn’t a strange question to ask by any means, but Cercelee was trying to place him in her tangled web of that family without right out asking.
