"High places are nice indeed. I'm glad it's a rather simple situation," she responded, dipping her head in a nod.
She recognized his sincerity and she was still unaccustomed to his seemingly innocent and almost delicate nature. She wasn't saying he was weak, but more or less he just seemed... like an angel. How legends and lore potrayed them, angelic and pure beings. And sometimes the pictures were of innocent and nearly delicate creatures suspended by lustrous wings spun of ivory.
Her own story was not simple wandering. She was 161 years old, with neither husband and child. She bore no pups nor a mate and at the mention of father she remembered this with a pang. She was considered nearly a failure to her species but not a total. She was a skilled warrior and that was enough to make up for those void areas. She had, at one time, been a 'pet' of a human boy. He had kept her by the enchantment ceremony. He was the only one who could control and with his death she had spent a weak, at most, in random villages. Yaaoi, despite herself, had grown found of him, even if his nickname had been Wretch and she had never spoke his real name. Actually, only twice had she spoke his real name. The first time when he told it to her, how sour it had been on her tongue. But as he lay dying she had spoken, for the first time, with a tender and loving tone, his name. She had loved him like a brother or whelp, but now, what could she do? Her human had died. She had, now, only to simply wander.
Yaaoi's hand slipped into the pouch in her grasp, pulling a faded, scarlet necklace. After his death she had been able to take it off without recieving a horrible shock. She eyed the necklace and sniffed at it once, the smell of the blood embedded into the beads nearly extinct. She sighed and tucked it back into her pouch and let her gaze fall on Waelin.
"It must be amazing to fly," she commented.
