Daine sits down next to Kitten, letting Biffy do his bit of fussing. She knows him well enough to recognize the underlying nervousness, which doesn't especially help her own. Did she misunderstand things a few moments ago? Are they working their way up to a polite suggestion that she go back to Ocean View? It wouldn't be the worst thing -- she knows she and Kitten will never truly want for housing, here -- but it wouldn't be the best thing, either.
She hitches her shoulders when her magic comes up, and the smile she musters is a little preoccupied. "Wild magic, it's called. I've almost gotten good at explaining it. No one here's really heard of it, and it wasn't so common back home, either." She might not be able to explain it to the satisfaction of a scholarly sort from her own realm, but she can catch up folk in Darrow without too much trouble.
When they both start speaking of pack, she finds herself nodding along in understanding before what they're saying fully sinks in. Of course she understands Pack -- better than most two-leggers, she'd reckon -- but she hadn't presumed she'd be included in theirs. A new wolf can change things a lot. And if Biffy's the boss wolf, and Lyall's his second, she'd land somewhere below both of them in the rankings (probably below Amalthea, even, as she's been here longer). If she was a werewolf, it'd be her place to adapt to whatever they wanted. They wouldn't defer to her.
Except they sort of are. She glances between them, eyes widening a little as she realizes they're not asking her to leave as much as they're asking if she minds Lyall staying. Is that why they're acting so careful? They're worried she might say no?
For a horrifying moment, she thinks she might get weepy, but she takes a slow sip of tea and manages to get ahold of herself.
"I never thought I'd be the least wolfish two-legger in a room," she eventually admits. "But I know how important Pack is. And in my realm, Pack makes room for more, when it's needful -- or wanted." The Long Lake Pack had accepted Cloud, Kitten, Numair, and even Maura (though the girl had been terrified of them). The least she and Kitten could do is accept Lyall. "Of course you're part of it," she tells him, "if me'n Kitten have a say."
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Date: 2017-06-28 12:46 am (UTC)From:She hitches her shoulders when her magic comes up, and the smile she musters is a little preoccupied. "Wild magic, it's called. I've almost gotten good at explaining it. No one here's really heard of it, and it wasn't so common back home, either." She might not be able to explain it to the satisfaction of a scholarly sort from her own realm, but she can catch up folk in Darrow without too much trouble.
When they both start speaking of pack, she finds herself nodding along in understanding before what they're saying fully sinks in. Of course she understands Pack -- better than most two-leggers, she'd reckon -- but she hadn't presumed she'd be included in theirs. A new wolf can change things a lot. And if Biffy's the boss wolf, and Lyall's his second, she'd land somewhere below both of them in the rankings (probably below Amalthea, even, as she's been here longer). If she was a werewolf, it'd be her place to adapt to whatever they wanted. They wouldn't defer to her.
Except they sort of are. She glances between them, eyes widening a little as she realizes they're not asking her to leave as much as they're asking if she minds Lyall staying. Is that why they're acting so careful? They're worried she might say no?
For a horrifying moment, she thinks she might get weepy, but she takes a slow sip of tea and manages to get ahold of herself.
"I never thought I'd be the least wolfish two-legger in a room," she eventually admits. "But I know how important Pack is. And in my realm, Pack makes room for more, when it's needful -- or wanted." The Long Lake Pack had accepted Cloud, Kitten, Numair, and even Maura (though the girl had been terrified of them). The least she and Kitten could do is accept Lyall. "Of course you're part of it," she tells him, "if me'n Kitten have a say."