My head's underwater, but i'm breathing fine.
Apparently Mauja had experienced a loss, and from what she gathered from him, it was not the first. Sorrowful eyes cast a glance toward the spotted unicorn. She frowned, knowing full and well that anything she wanted to say to him would be of no use. Words were just air, fleeting, and gone the moment they were spoken. Elsa wanted to pull Hera tighter then, keeping her… was she her daughter? She still seemed so attached to her mother, and Elsa knew she’d never be a replacement. So she opted to take a protective step closer to the girl, keeping a watchful eye on her as Tembovu continued.
He began talking of ranks, thank goodness. They seemed so barren in this brief period of change. Would any step up, or was everyone content just existing? Sure the general herd did things, but Elsa saw it as a lot less productive than specializing. Her eyes scanned the crowd, taking in the faces of anyone who stepped forward in want of a position in the military. She would have to convene them later to discuss ideas and tactics.
And thus the monotony of ranks began. Each sector getting its moment of advertisement, before all finally calmed. Did anyone have the intent of standing with him? Or was Tembovu planning on leading alone? Either way, she hoped he could stand his ground. The last thing they needed was another shift in power.
"talk"
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