Grace turned her head to look at Harley, when she made mentioned of how little her opinion mattered. Her expression one of playful mocking, but seriousness as well. As if asking Harley if she was serious with what she just said. The fact Grace snorted, and shook her head in disbelief had her speaking, the very thoughts, and feelings about such a statement coming from Harley all together. " You're like the Head Patisserie of the deserts course, rather than the Main course or Appetizer section in the kitchen. Higher than a a prep, or a mere 'cook' as you say. You're opinion does matter, and while I speak mostly for myself, I know other's within the pard feel the same way also. I would even say Talia especially since you are our omega. You shouldn't say it matters little, everyone's opinion holds some form of weight, it's all in the perspective of the one receiving it though. "
She spoke, firmly to ensure that she knew that her opinion mattered, or else she wouldn't have broached the later subject with her to gain perspective. Understanding though, that sometimes she too felt in such a manner as well. There were things that Gracelyn knew, or felt she was inadequate in too. But she wanted Harley to know that her words were just as important as anyone else's, and she hoped that Harley took her own words for the compliment they were meant to be.
A smile though stole over her features as she inclined her head in hearing that while there was much not discussed with the pard for worry of burdening them, that she has found her time here so good. Had it really been six years already though? It didn't seem like so much time had passed, or perhaps it just felt as if Harley had been with them for longer than so short a time rather. " I'm glad you stayed too, and that you feel at home here. While This is my hometown, and I grew up here. I also traveled alot, but not in the manner you have done, or had to do. Just know that if there's ever anything you want to talk about, it won't be a burden upon me, or the pard in general. We all have things that weigh upon us, and honestly I have come to learn that leaning on the pard when I find something needing an outlet has helped out greatly. It eases our own personal burdens by sharing, adjusting the weight to settle better upon us. The offer is always open should you wish it. "
She stated, and then chuckled when she made mention that her friend was a cop.
That she shouldn't kick his butt, because it might land her in jail, she laughed good naturedly and shared a wink with Harley. Lifting her hands up and palm outwards as if to stave off something, or in this case tossing her hands up in saying she wouldn't go after the man if he caused Harley any sort of dilemma, for wanting to go back into nursing. " Okay, okay so no kicking the cop's butt, besides I'd pay you back and interest too if I ever needed to be bailed out. Yet seriously he shouldn't be too upset for your wish to move on and go back to something you love to do. Bottom line. But don't think I wouldn't defend your choices should he choose to become an ass either. "
While she had no idea what species Zach was, it wouldn't mean that she wouldn't try to stick up for Harley if the need arose.
Despite them coming from different sides of the coin so to speak, Grace knew she could hold her own against many. She grew up with two older brothers, whom were often rough and tumbled with her. They never gave her any quarter just because she was a 'girl'. Her father neither for that matter, nor anyone else within the pard while she was growing up. She fought along with the other felines when something dared to threaten them, or posed a danger to them. And while she had never had to scrap out her living, like Harley, even in the private schools there were bullies, and people whom would seek to instigate or throw their weight around upon those they deemed weaker than them. She had stood up to most of those types of people, for to her it didn't matter if one had money or not, nor which side of the blanket, or tracks one was born into either. They were all one and the same, just some worked hard for all they had, or inherited it in the time old tradition of things.
Even still Grace worked hard for everything she wanted in life, sure she had a trust fund. Yet she's only used it to get herself a good education, to purchase her penthouse, and her car. Otherwise it stayed in the account barely ever touched, used only for important necessities rather than the everyday things she needed. For those she worked in her career to see she earned every penny and spent it wisely, only now and then purchasing the extravagant thing not really needed. Like she had an obsession with her nails for one thing, and also shoes and jewelry particularly necklaces, earrings and rings. Although presently the only jewelry she had on was a simple golden cross necklace, and a pair of small golden hoops in her ears.
So she wouldn't be surprised to hear that Harley was glad she didn't have to be in the situation that Grace found herself in presently with an ultimatum and a life long choice to be made and set upon the path of. Rather she would just laugh and joke about it really, despite it's seriousness of consequences if she didn't comply. " I'm sure they will once they learn of which way the wind blows. My parents are very traditional in their ways, and I tend to be to an extent as well, but not so much now with all the changes in the years I've lived in how Society now conducts itself, and what it upholds. Perhaps I'm more lenient in that regard. However, I've had time to think about it all since they broke the news to me, and I think I am ready to settle down finally. I have a good career, a stable home and income coming in. Just I haven't found the right person to become my mate in all those suitors my parents have tossed at me through the years. But I genuinely think I've finally found not only my match, but an equal in a mate, who'll see me as his partner and friend, and not merely as a trophy to be won, and shown off on his arm. Malik has genuinely surprised me on so many levels. It's knocked me off my steady base to say the least, and I.. "
On this she smiled brightly, happily. " I have never felt like this before for anyone else. Excited to see him, yearning to have him be near me. And gods I sound like an idiot don't I? "
She rolled her bright blue eyes and giggled herself. " I think this is the right time and step to take, my parents merely put the poker against me to nudge me on my way. "
She ended, as they reached their placement and set their bags down.
Once behind the bushes, she quickly shed her clothing and folded each piece up and laid it into her bag that she unzipped. Then closing it up placed her sneakers into the side pocket along with her socks tucked within. While she asked if Harley would do her the honor of being her Maid of Honor in her wedding should it turn out that Malik fully desired to take her to be his wife and mate. Looking to Harley as she joined her in removing of her own clothing she smiled and chuckled joyfully when she accepted, despite the shock in being asked. " Of course I want you to be my maid of honor. I think you can handle the craziness of helping me plan for such an event, and keep me from becoming the dreaded bridezilla. I will speak with Talia though for certain, after speaking with Malik to see what it is he wants to do in regards to joining the pard itself. Also. Thank you, for one it is I who am honored you accept my proposition, and secondly because you were a great help in easing my concerns, and too showing me options to take to see I do it as properly as possible. Now lets get that run in!"
She exclaimed with a giggle, only to loosen up her muscles and limbs with a few shakes and rolling of her head upon her shoulders, as she called upon her feline form to rise up out of her.
Sure there was pain, there always would be, but at this point in her life it was more like an annoying jolt rather than something which distressed her anymore. The transition was quick and smooth and not very long at all, that where a woman had once stood now a sleek tall lioness slightly larger than Harley's cougar was, but just as sleek and sinewy leapt out from the bushes with a rustle after Harley and quickly moved into a lope after the Omega. Only a shade of lighter tawny hue in coat than Harley the two moved with such grace and agility as if they were of one mind. Feeling the pure freedom that came with letting her Lioness out to express herself and be who she was rather than being constantly confined into her human skin. A happy roar left her throat after a few 'chugah' sounds, and she was soon picking up speed yet maintaining a steady pace to not over exert herself too fast through the woods. Leaping over rocks, bushes, fallen trees that might come to obstruct the enjoyment of being a large predator that she was. @Harley Johnson @J-Chan