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Apr. 14th, 2006 10:47 amIt was odd to be back at the Hall, after so many months away. Graysfang was grateful for it, bounding through the yard and gardens and trying to drag her outside at every chance he got.
*It's so much better than the park, Surreal*
She felt a flash of guilt that she'd stayed so long in Amdarh, more that he'd felt bound to stay with her most of the time. She'd tried to explain about the Realm, which confused him a bit, but when she promised lots of forests and a beach and plenty of room to run, he'd brightened back up. Clearly, the Realm was better than Amdarh, even if it was still away from his pack. Surreal was his pack now, as far as he was concerned.
He'd tolerate Prince Samael. Grudgingly. Not for any dislike of the man who still confused him despite Daemon's explanations, but out of simple wariness that he took so much of Surreal's time. But it would be different once she was pregnant. She wouldn't be able to use her Jewels and he'd have to protect her.
That part made him almost prance as he walked in front of her down the paths.
She chuckled, wondering what he was thinking, following more slowly. It was a beautiful day, peaceful. Normally the quiet would drive her mad, but with the family and Coven mostly here, the Hall itself wasn't exactly quiet.
The found a likely spot for playing, around the statues and the pond. Surreal scooped up a stick and threw it for him and the game of fetch began. Last time they'd tried this in the park there'd been an incident. Stupid little witch to shriek so at the poor wolf. He really hadn't meant her kitten any harm. But it wasn't Kindred and it hadn't understood that the wolf was just trying to be friendly, and had run from his mistress who'd started swinging her ridiculously frilled parasol at the poor wolf who'd thought it was a game.
Surreal almost giggled, remembering it. Aristos were so easy to disconcert sometimes, she thought, completely ignoring her membership in the premiere aristo family in Kaeleer. Family, yes. She could accept that. The aristo part she still had problems with, knowing it wasn't the life she was born to, status of her mother, and father, notwithstanding.
Another toss of the stick, and she settled on the grass to watch Graysfang cavort. He'd probably prod her into being more active in a bit, but for now she just wanted to enjoy the gardens, feel the land, and wonder just what the price would be if she left. Wasn't like she couldn't get back easily, anytime she chose, from the Realm. Simple really. Easier than coming home from Amdarh, and faster. But to make her place of residence somewhere else...
For the transitory soul, it was rather disconcerting to discover how deep she'd already buried her roots here. She frowned a bit and rubbed Graysfang behind the ears when he bounded back to her. A slobbering kiss to her cheek a moment later, and then he was off again. She smiled ruefully and wiped at her cheek. At least she'd have him, if she went. But the ache didn't ease at the thought of leaving the rest of them. She sighed, and rested her chin on her knees, trying to get the peaceful feeling back from the churning she'd stirred up inside.
(ooc: open if anyone would like to play, or it can just stand as a "where she is emotionally" piece)
*It's so much better than the park, Surreal*
She felt a flash of guilt that she'd stayed so long in Amdarh, more that he'd felt bound to stay with her most of the time. She'd tried to explain about the Realm, which confused him a bit, but when she promised lots of forests and a beach and plenty of room to run, he'd brightened back up. Clearly, the Realm was better than Amdarh, even if it was still away from his pack. Surreal was his pack now, as far as he was concerned.
He'd tolerate Prince Samael. Grudgingly. Not for any dislike of the man who still confused him despite Daemon's explanations, but out of simple wariness that he took so much of Surreal's time. But it would be different once she was pregnant. She wouldn't be able to use her Jewels and he'd have to protect her.
That part made him almost prance as he walked in front of her down the paths.
She chuckled, wondering what he was thinking, following more slowly. It was a beautiful day, peaceful. Normally the quiet would drive her mad, but with the family and Coven mostly here, the Hall itself wasn't exactly quiet.
The found a likely spot for playing, around the statues and the pond. Surreal scooped up a stick and threw it for him and the game of fetch began. Last time they'd tried this in the park there'd been an incident. Stupid little witch to shriek so at the poor wolf. He really hadn't meant her kitten any harm. But it wasn't Kindred and it hadn't understood that the wolf was just trying to be friendly, and had run from his mistress who'd started swinging her ridiculously frilled parasol at the poor wolf who'd thought it was a game.
Surreal almost giggled, remembering it. Aristos were so easy to disconcert sometimes, she thought, completely ignoring her membership in the premiere aristo family in Kaeleer. Family, yes. She could accept that. The aristo part she still had problems with, knowing it wasn't the life she was born to, status of her mother, and father, notwithstanding.
Another toss of the stick, and she settled on the grass to watch Graysfang cavort. He'd probably prod her into being more active in a bit, but for now she just wanted to enjoy the gardens, feel the land, and wonder just what the price would be if she left. Wasn't like she couldn't get back easily, anytime she chose, from the Realm. Simple really. Easier than coming home from Amdarh, and faster. But to make her place of residence somewhere else...
For the transitory soul, it was rather disconcerting to discover how deep she'd already buried her roots here. She frowned a bit and rubbed Graysfang behind the ears when he bounded back to her. A slobbering kiss to her cheek a moment later, and then he was off again. She smiled ruefully and wiped at her cheek. At least she'd have him, if she went. But the ache didn't ease at the thought of leaving the rest of them. She sighed, and rested her chin on her knees, trying to get the peaceful feeling back from the churning she'd stirred up inside.
(ooc: open if anyone would like to play, or it can just stand as a "where she is emotionally" piece)