| http://i732.photobucket.com/albums/ww32 ... esstab.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; text-align:justify;"><style>.princess-ss b {color:#DB8B34;}</style> This wait was deplorable, I'm sorry. D: 300+ words. The idea of being warm certainly was not one she was offended by, so she followed Ruri dutifully, glad that she had found someone so kind on a day she had been caught entering Cour des Miracles lands. Before the merle femme had mentioned it, Princess really had not been concerned with the idea that she should not be entering whenever she liked. It had seemed like she was allowed to be there, considering her relationship with one of the pack’s higher ranked members. Logic could have told her that, regardless of that, she was not allowed to traipse in whenever she wanted, especially when she had never met the leader or gotten permission, but of course the Chance woman had ignored this very idea. It had just seemed like she was allowed to come, as Haven had never told her she shouldn’t and this would not have been the first time she had shown up unannounced. Still, she was glad that she had found someone who seemed to happy and welcoming on such an occasion as getting caught trespassing. At the noise of the kitten coming closer, Princess tilted her head down to look at him, golden eyes taking in the bizarre, foreign, and yet cute creature. “Is he your… pet, like Drogon is kept by Haven?” she asked, struggling to find the proper term. Haven’s stallion was not the only pet she had ever heard of. Cambria had told her about keeping a caterpillar, Leafy, and she knew that there were others out there that kept smaller animals (or in the case of horses, much larger beasts) for their own. It seemed like a neat concept to her, though she did not know what it would be like to keep a pet. Cambria had spoken very fondly of Leafy, and Ruri seemed to like this kitten very much, and Princess was aware of the bond that Haven shared with the horse. If she were to keep a pet, what it would be, she wondered. Feeling foolish and rude, Princess smiled at the kitten, saying, “It’s nice to meet you, Soleil.” She did not speak low-speech fluently, but she did remember occasionally having communicated with something non-canine, albeit they were choppy conversations, if they could even be called that. |
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