Drooping Willows Headstrong

The chocolate furred woman weaved through the willow trees of the Archer empire with a steady pace, her body instinctively moving to where she had last seen Nicoló. If by any chance he wasn't where he was during the morning, which was probably likely, she could always follow his scent. She itched to tell him of this little encounter and to be by his side. But a call distracted her from her thoughts and the huntress slowed her steps as she heard Morganna's hurried pace. She looked back at the girl with a curious expression. What did her niece want? Barely escaping the slush directed at her form, Adele brushed aside the apology with an encouraging smile at her sister's daughter. It had been a simple mistake. Waiting patiently for Morganna to catch her breath, the woman's brow rose as the question was asked. She was no story teller like her brother. He was the one who held a gift with words. How could she explain the magnifecence of her homeland?   Mulling it over quietly in her head, Adele searched for the words to describe Torbine. What had her niece heard already? The woman could only tell her what came from her heart. So, Adele opened her maw and she spoke in her soft alto. " Torbine...is a land of warriors. Yes, we all excel in our different chosen paths in life, but we hold war in our blood. Us Archers reign over the vast lands. We hold pride in our name and in our loyalty." She looked at Morganna with a slight smile. "It seems Willow Ridge is of the same principles. Sister has done well with you children. She has taught you the ways of a true Archer. Looking at Morganna with a gentle smile now, she continued. "Archers always find their way home, Morganna. Whether it is Torbine or Willow Ridge." With those words, the chocolate woman gave her niece a dip of her muzzle in goodbye before turning and dissapearing amongst the trees to search for her brother. {Fade} "Speech"

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