Don't think too hard

Jazper Rhiannon-Knight · 07-21-2012, 10:42 AM

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The Ball was underway and the Knight had finally taken to the crowd. After talking and dancing with Skye he was happy to be mingling with a drink of wine in his hand. The Artisains added a whole new look to the Great Hall. The d’Arte pack was made up of many different types of canines who all clearly had different personalities. And yet Jazper found their presence very friendly and open to the alliance. He had been concerned that either his member’s would be too proud to open up to an entire pack as friends or that the d’Art pack would view Casa as a place for those who wished to pick a fight. Clearly neither was true of either pack, as they seemed to be taking to each other very well. The Knight prided himself on running a pack of warriors who generally would work independently. He insisted his members be able to adapt and put their pride aside for such situations and hoped that all of his members would be as friendly as possible during this critical time.

Making his way over the Casa gift table to do a quick scan out of curiosity he was surprised by who he found there. In the process of placing a very fine collection of arrows and a quiver on the table was the female he had snapped many moons ago, before the start of Casa, when his dear brother Noah had been gravely injured. As he recalled she had snapped back rather quickly. A smirk came to his lips as he spoke, You sure you want to give those up. It’s a very fine set. Although he didn’t do archery, finding his strength in his mass and not accuracy with a bow, the Sole knew one of the more agile members of the pack would quickly snatch it up. Extending a hand towards the pregnant female he re-introduced himself. Jazper Rhiannon-Knight. I believe you and I have a bit of a yelling contest when Noah was hurt.

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