07-17-2022, 06:19 PM
Periwinkle colored eyes shifted at the sound of his name and his attention was promptly caught by the beast's attire. Romulus was one to enjoy accessorizing, noted by his golden jewels and temporarily crown, but never to such a formal extent as Olalla had done today. They dressed to impress while the Kingpin dressed casually. Nevertheless, he let his gaze move away from their impressive display and focused in on the other. A smile donned Romulus' maw. "Yours truly," he remarked deeply.
The smell of the dry sands of The Pitt had prompted him to think of their group, but he had not expected the company of the ardent so quickly. Their dignified display of trophies clearly indicated their status. The lion offered a nod in greeting as a courtesy and continued on with his own formalities. "It's a pleasure to meet you too after all this time," came his genuine reply. "I have heard plenty about The Pitt from my father, but I have yet to meet his latest successor until now, of course." Romulus held a tinge of disdain for The Pitt given their attitude towards his family after Jervis overthrew his parents, but he tried to kept that to himself. After all, he helped destroy their pyramid with Vale. That was not appropriate to bring up though.
New beginnings had to occur and the lion was intent on pushing aside old grievances for the sake of some peace time. "I dearly hope you are all fairing well. These past two years have been rather... well... well." As he finished his statement, a drop of rain trickled down onto his forehead. The ardent peeked upwards, watching grey clouds beginning to swell above and start to slowly deplete downwards. He let out a sigh of relief. The fire would be smothered by the downfall, but at least a good omen was coming due to the incoming drizzle.
He looked back down at Olalla. "Does my statement reign true? Is The Pitt doing alright lately?" His head craned in interest, waiting for an honest reply.
The smell of the dry sands of The Pitt had prompted him to think of their group, but he had not expected the company of the ardent so quickly. Their dignified display of trophies clearly indicated their status. The lion offered a nod in greeting as a courtesy and continued on with his own formalities. "It's a pleasure to meet you too after all this time," came his genuine reply. "I have heard plenty about The Pitt from my father, but I have yet to meet his latest successor until now, of course." Romulus held a tinge of disdain for The Pitt given their attitude towards his family after Jervis overthrew his parents, but he tried to kept that to himself. After all, he helped destroy their pyramid with Vale. That was not appropriate to bring up though.
New beginnings had to occur and the lion was intent on pushing aside old grievances for the sake of some peace time. "I dearly hope you are all fairing well. These past two years have been rather... well... well." As he finished his statement, a drop of rain trickled down onto his forehead. The ardent peeked upwards, watching grey clouds beginning to swell above and start to slowly deplete downwards. He let out a sigh of relief. The fire would be smothered by the downfall, but at least a good omen was coming due to the incoming drizzle.
He looked back down at Olalla. "Does my statement reign true? Is The Pitt doing alright lately?" His head craned in interest, waiting for an honest reply.