gentle heart — joining

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]"It's been a long time since I've heard French," Suiteheart replied after Imperia's response. The polar bear did notice the way the doe lit up as she heard someone say something in her native tongue, and the large creature made a mental note to try and study more. If she could make the deer feel more at home, why wouldn't she try? Plus, it would be a fun hobby. "Three years next March," she commented. Albeit, she was somewhat baffled the girl had guessed she and Margaery to be married.

Suiteheart lifted her eyes from Imperia as the winds picked up. She didn't need to turn around to know Bastille had arrived. These days, he seemed to be the walking personification of the winds of change. It was interesting to say the least. It also invoked sympathy within her, for she knew the boy had troubles controlling his powers. She smiled softly at him as he greeted the newcomer and went back and forth with her.

A large but gentle paw found its way to his shoulder to steady and reassure him after he looked at her for help. Poor kid seemed to be struggling. Social interaction was not his forte, but he did try. He tried damn hard this time, she'd give him that. "I know Bast offered it first, but I'd be more than happy to head your tour. But first, let's head to camp, you look like you're gonna fall over at any minute," Starstruck Guardian rumbled. [color=#73B1B7][b]"I can carry you, if you'd like?"