Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. It is natural in nature to select a significant other that was healthy. After all a healthy couple meant they could raise healthy children, and their healthy children can find other healthy children from another healthy couple, and so on and so forth so that the population can thrive. Those that had some sort of issue flaw weren't always so lucky to find someone that could accept them as they were. After all no one wanted to be stuck with someone that wasn't adequate. One would think that their society was unfair, and they were right, but that was because they were following a natural instinct whether they realized it or not. Those that could never find a significant other, in some way, allowed the population to thrive without having their flaw be mixed in. Perhaps in another life Raven would be beautiful and yet her own face was permanently flaw, and even though she had the superb qualities one would desire from a mate, men were men, and she could never achieve that one item on every man's list â€" beauty. Fortunately for her, her mate, was unlike any man in this cruel world. As the fae questioned physical education, the young woman nodded politely as she explained.

"In a way yes. You learn how to exercise and keep your body healthy."

As he explains his own form of education, she listened quietly as she attempted to put the pieces together on her thoughts about him. By scent alone she understood he was a fairy. Fairies do live for quite a long time. That he had a tutor meant something. Not many had tutors in this day in age which meant that he was indeed an older fairy. As for how old she had no idea and she did not want to pry and ask. That he would know so many languages though caused her to further pinpoint just what year he was from and cause the meek woman to be slightly jealous. After all she was schooled, and in hindsight she should be thankful for, and she was, but no one had ever taught her a different language. She knew bits and pieces of Spanish, French, and German, but she was not fluent in either of them, but she knew enough to get her by. Though she did indeed wish to know more. She does grin politely as she speaks earnestly.

"Oh, I do wish I could learn another language! English is actually a combination of mostly Germanic and French languages. Not many people know Latin, it is considered a dead language almost."

She was indeed quite a shy soul, but she was never provided the chance to speak her mind. She never saw Tetradore reading a book and so she could not converse with him on such topics. Their chit chats were polite, but short the girl offering her suggestions mostly, in such a gentle assured manner. After all it was not her place to direct her Alpha what to do in regards to his business. It was rather freeing for the extremely docile woman to speak her mind without consequence. Although there were items in which they agreed there were a few things in which she disagreed. She would not say he was wrong, the girl far too submissive to do such a thing, but rather she would politely disagree with him.

"You and I think alike on the matters of men and women marrying above or below their status, and although I point out how it is a double standard- you seem to accept that men should not marry below their status. I must admit I do disagree. I think George should bare the same weight of the sin as Lydia, it cannot just befall upon her. Both of them were at fault and both committed a great sin."

When he decides to speak of love she tilts her dial to the side in curiosity. Everything he says about love is something she can agree to, but it is his tone that he implies, on purpose or not, to think that love indeed does not exist. For her, she did not think love was something that she would ever experience. For so long she was denied such a thing. As a small young girl she should have experienced the love from her parents and pack, but she received no such thing once they all figured out that she had an uncontrollable problem. It would make so much sense if she was cold-hearted and someone who did not believe such a thing could exist, and yet, for some unknowable reason, she wasn't pushed too far to the edge. She was capable of loving others and already she heard and felt she was loved by another. It was a wonderful thing in its own way, and softly she speaks which a mixture of a somber and yet honest tone. Nervously her hands rest in her lap, as her fingers began to wrap around one another, her standard nervous tick.

"I did not think Love could exist, but it can. No one does arranged marries any longer, you marry for love, and nothing else. Love can be unrequited, and yes it can come late, but it does come."

She nods assuredly and smiles at him for a moment, before her eyes shift towards her mate from far away. When they had first met he was quite an emotional creature, for someone that didn't understand emotion, and yet how much has changed over the years. He was still an emotional creature, but this time he understood emotion a little bit more than he did before. Indeed outsiders would assume he was incapable of having such emotion tied to another, but he could, both sides of him could. It had not even been a whole day since he had told her he loves her and yet here she was admitting aloud what he told her, to a complete stranger.

"We love each other...he was the first person to ever say he loved me."

Her cheeks begin to turn into a rosy red as she blushes, her eyes shyly looking away. Oh indeed she was a woman in love. For all she went through it was truly a blessing sight to behold. She would turn her head to look at him, grinning quite proudly as she notices his excitement. As she grins at him she does not bother with her hair, as the wind gently pulls some of her golden-brown curls away from her face, where here scars were visible once more. His mention of kingdom does set her back on track on trying to figure out just what sort of age he came from.

"Women, be they single or not are allowed to go where ever they place. But, my mate, he is right over there playing with the children. Mind you he is...different and unique, but...I love him, flaws and all."

Indeed she loved Tobias entirely. She points over to where her gangly companion continues to play with the children. The man acting as any boy would. Of course anyone that knew Tobias or observed him would wonder why in the world a girl like Raven would dare choose to spend the rest of her life with a man like that. Yet once more we are brought back to the mention of beauty in the eye of the beholder. He accepted her for her flaws and she accepted his. They were completely different from one another. Opposites, it seems, do indeed attract one another. Although others may assume that the match was not good, it did not matter to her at all. She was loved and he was loved, and truly that was all that mattered. As he explains why he seems interested in knowing who was and wasn't married, her eyebrows furrowed as she answered his reply with a question of her own.

"That isn't a main conversation nowadays. Forgive me for being rude, but I cannot help, but smell you are a fairy and you must have lived a long time...you appear like you haven't adapted to this age."

Raven Clocksworth.