RP:Annabelle meets Rhocielle

Rhocielle made not a sound as he approached the pair ahead of him. Sharp lupine eyes kept focused upon his particular prey, the red-headed one. The fur tipped canine ears atop his equally furry scalp twitched and flicked as the anthropomorphic Lycan picked up bits and pieces of the conversation between the two women. Closer still, his armored frame drew near them. His black leathern nostrils flared subtly. Coy little elven vixen, she had specifically worn a fragrant perfume to lure him to her once she had left the Fold Compound. The black thin lips of his rune inscribed muzzle curled upward in a silent snarl at her boldness. Now upon his paw like hands and his armor plated knees, the black furred male crawled towards the females while under the cover of the underbrush. However, all of his stalking would be in vain. Arien knew full well the amusing habits of her wolfen husband when in his bestial form, and his proximity alone would alert her of his presence as if she were of wolf kin herself. Not only this, but also the icy blade in her possession was as attuned to the fiery blade that was in the Lycan's scabbard. Mestaes hummed softly as the sword was brough closer to its partner, eventually revealing the Lycan's location to both women.

Arien smiled again, an act that became a mischievous grin as the rumble of hunger escaped the woman. She shook her head dismissively. "I am fine..I promise you. I have endured explosions in taverns and open combat on the field of war whilst carrying them within me.." though not while she had been nearly so pregnant. "But if it will make you feel better, I shall have our healer look at them when I return to the clan compound. Perhaps, you will join us there for dinner? I do not doubt that the cooks have rustled up something more than satisfactory for the officers. We would be happy to have you.." she murmured softly. Her slender hand reached out with the intention of lifting the ceremonial bowl again and paused, a sudden intensity of expression forming upon the pale face of the elf. It softened to one of wry amusement and love unquestionable. Her gem like gaze flickered to where Shoales lay in the velvet greenery, and as if on cue, the blade began the soft pulsating hum that alerted her that its mate, and hers, was nearby. "It is not polite to hunt your wife while she is in company, wolf..." she murmured just loudly enough for the male to hear at his distance.”Anna will think you most...uncivilized.." the fiery head did not even turn his way, emerald gaze rather, remaining fixed upon the woman who sat before her. "I do believe Anna, that we are about to have company…and one most welcomed..."

Annabelle: Most vividly or not, the mere human woman was not aware of Rhocielle’s presence without the announcement of his coy wife. Bella sits up straighter; her propriety had since relaxed in the presence of Arien’s friendly nature. The book is once again clasped tightly; an automatic reaction whenever she was not comfortable in new company. It wasn’t as if anyone could steal it if they wanted to, but still the reaction was ever-present. The first sight of the wolven male sent a frosty shiver down her spine, casting racist thoughts aside she would assume he was no threat until he made himself one. The book however began sealing its pages, clamping tighter still despite Anna’s feigned relaxation. She smiles brightly to Rhocielle and in a fluid motion rises to meet him with a formal curtsy, as formal as one could be whilst holding a book nearly half their own body weight. She had thought on the offer of food from the gracious lips of Arien and declines politely. “I wouldn’t want to impose. Besides, you have missed your husband nearly half the day. I am sure you two can utilize this time far better than toting around an overly talkative stranger.” She giggles humbly. “Besides, I have some reading to do as well, there is still a spell I must decipher if the machine is to be completed at all, and I am sure I do not want to bore your table with equations and drivel.”

Rhocielle snorted softly, begrudgingly announcing his presence when Arien called him out. He slowly rose to his feet, brushing crumbs of leaves and clods of soil from his armored greaves and knees. The armored male was quite tall, approximately head and a half taller than the High Elf he had taken as his bride. "A thousand pardons, General...," he teasingly remarked to Arien with a flare of his cape behind him as he bowed to her. When his chiding gesture was complete, a more formal and suitable greeting from the Commander of the Fold was given to Annabelle. His silver eyes rested on the other woman's smaller frame and the wolf dipped his muzzle formally towards her. "I apologize for the intrusion..., Anna..," he said, her name spoken almost tentatively, unsure if she would allow such a rather informal version of her name to be spoken by a stranger. His voice was rich husky drawl. One could imagine what an actual wolf would sound like if it were able to speak fluent Common. Upon hearing her decline of Arien's invitation, he persisted, "We insist that you would join us. Times are becoming troubling once more, and to have your presence with us on a peaceful night would be an enjoyable moment." He rolled his shoulders in a shrug and added with a small grin, "Besides, Arien would attest of my own affinity for equations and drivel that end up turning the tide of battle in our favor..."

Annabelle didn’t like that particular word…battle. She winced a little at the mere mention of it but said nothing to acknowledge she had heard it. Her ever-present smile graced her fine features as she nodded in compliance to the request. His formality set her mind at ease, the response shown by the unraveling of golden tendrils that had since begun to entwine all the pages of the book as one. “Good food should be declined less often than good company, I suppose.” She bears the weight of the book in one cradled arm and offers a small hand to Arien to help her stand. “My best guess suggests we are not to dine at the spring… besides, the Nymphs seem to have taken a liking to your husband.” A small gesture is given to the tiny creatures beginning to frolic about his ears.

Arien was an intuitive creature, and did not miss the wince of discomfort that the girl evidenced, especially given her earlier expression of distress of the wars that had cost the woman her siblings. The extended hand was taken in firm grasp as the elf made to unfurl to her feet, with somewhat less grace than she was used to, and in need of considerable more support of that extended hand. The act earned the wolf a dry look. Yes. It was all his fault she couldn't stand without help...naturally. Her lip twitched. "So it would seem Anna, though not without cause. For all he speaks of battle, you will not find a gentler or nobler soul. I would not have married him otherwise. Though he is my strength in battle where my resolve might be weak." On her feet finally, bare toes dug into woven sandals and the elf reached down to snare the hilt of her blade from the grass where it lay. "You are correct however, in thinking that dinner will be served elsewhere. Would you care to join us at the compound?"

Rhocielle was truer to the word of being an actual creature. Nonverbal cues were as clear as Annabelle herself having screamed her distaste of battle. Though he would not alert any to it out of respect for the young woman, he would not even be given a choice in the matter. His focus was immediately drawn into an immediate and rather annoying threat. His paw like hand idly batted away at the hovering Nymphs. The harassed ears dropped low against his skull in response to his mate's accusing look, though an apologetic expression was evident on his wolfen face. As he waited for the pair to be ready to depart, the wolf took a few steps away to be rid himself of the fluttering creatures that seemed to follow him.

Annabelle said to “Arien Of course, lead the way. I haven’t yet heard of this compound but I am sure it is the perfect place for friendly conversation and…. Eating.” She had only now begun to feel how hungry she had gotten. She bows her head to Rhocielle, a sure sign she would follow, clutching the book closely to her chest as it seemed to be the best balance of weight to carry the heavy thing. “Is there anything I should have brought, or do I need to make a stop along the way?”