"Have you seen her?" Enera then questioned. Adelard, tickled, simply smirked. "Did she show you the Chasm so you could live here?"
Here, Adelard gave a small nod, even as the girl continued without pause, "Is that how you picked it? How long were you here before we were born? If she's shy, why did she come out to show you you could live here?"
It was all too clear that he was the absolute center of her attention now. So, this was what it was to feel like a parent. What his ever-patient nannies were like whenever he spewed out his never-ending questions. Perhaps this was what fondness, affection for one's cubs, was like.
"Just a glimpse," he teased. "She spoke only to our Leaders then. Whispers of what would come..." He tipped his nose in her direction, implying that the specter foretold the girl's arrival. If anything, he wanted to further instill in Enera her childlike wonder and curiosity. If the wolves of the Chasm were lucky, Rhaegara's daughter would be more than an asset. An extension of a bright future to ward off Adelard's growing storm cloud of doubt and pessimism.
The Leader slowly got to his feet, "Enough questions now. Come on, youngling, I will help tuck you in tonight." His tail gave a slow wag, "I can show you exactly where the Spirit of the Vale came to us along the way..."
ADELARD | heat stroke, bring the fire black smoke, I take it higher |