Beneath the bright expanse of open skies, the doe rises her head at the call. Orbs as golden as the sun turn to the direction of the summons, a nearby cave shelters the fawns. Time to wake them from their precious slumber, she enters the darkness of the rock it's entrance was slightly damp. Her hooves clatter and the sound echoes up and down the home of her little gems. They are curled up, sweet in looks and innocent in their youth, yet scared. Their past will undoubtedly darken their futures; for that someone would one day pay the ultimate price. The progeny of a royal family, yet they would never know. To protect them from her past she must keep this secret. The odor of decay reaches her nostrils, Wynter enters the cave dragging a corpse behind her. The howl of the wind blasts through the cave; Arah watches the griffin only. Ripping at the mouse it is a while before Arwen stirs and look up at her mother with wide eyes. Arah ignores her youngest daughter for a moment, waiting for Wynter to finish the meal. Once nothing remained of the mouse other than bones and blood, the doe turns her gaze towards her two daughters. It was almost as if she did not recognise them, they had grown so and with each day that passed they become more independent. One day soon they would no longer need her. It was time for Arah to stop babying them, with a gentle smile she bent her neck and nuzzled both of her daughters. "Come my fawns."

Exiting the cave with Wynter and her daughters trailing behind her, the doe takes a few deep breaths. The last meeting had been a disaster, Asch had let her anger show and spoken out of turn, perhaps it had been Arah's fault. That did not make this situation any easier however. "This time you won't speak unless you are spoken too." She paused and turned to Asch and then to Arwen. "I adore you both but you will learn to listen." It would not do for them to cause trouble, this time the doe would be sure that both of her daughters were kept in line. "I understand you may know others, you may greet them." Beginning to continue on her way, Arah began to speak to her children once again. "However when it comes to the actual meeting you will respect your leaders and elders by holding your tongues." Arwen enjoyed sharing her thoughts, Asch even more so...especially if it was at some expense to her mother (or so it seemed). The doe's thoughts turned to who would actually be attending the meeting. Would Crowley be attending? Would she finally see Rhiannon? Worry tossed in her stomach at the thought of her eldest daughter, they may not share any genes but Arah would sacrifice herself before she let anything happen to the dark princess.

Finally the sound of others called Arah closer to the place where to meeting was being held. Wynter had no interest in attending and spread her wings to take flight, before she left her gaze traveled too both daughters as if checking one last time that they were okay.

Shepherding her daughters towards the meeting, her eyes did a quick scan of the area before coming to rest on the from of Rhiannon. "I..." Her whole body had fallen into shock unpin spotting the little lady...only she wasn't so little anymore. No before her stood a stronger, braver and older soul; just as beautiful and spectacular as the day she had disappeared. Making haste Arah approached her daughter, coming to a stop by her side and she studied Rhiannon's bedraggled appearance. A chuckle fell past her lips as relief spread through her, yes she was mattered, sweaty and putrid but there was nothing psychically wrong with her. "Oh Rhiannon!" She extended her mussel, so if the younger girl allowed it Arah could touch her and greet her. "I was so worried!" A small smile worked it's way on Arah's chops. It would not do to hassle and fuss over Nonnie, for she had always been independent. Instead the doe asked "Is everything okay?" In a calm and trusting tone.

Her attention turned as the Lord began to speak, his voice reached over to where to she stood with her daughters with ease. Alliances are the first topic up for discussion, the Edge had accepted while the falls had not. The doe wondered how long it would take for The Basin to forget that slight. Next came the promotions of a few herd members, Roland himself had surpassed her and been anointed Thief. A slight twinge of pride wound through her, as one of her oldest friends she knew why Roland had achieved and deserved the position. Not able to spot him in the crowd, Arah figured she would offer congratulations once he summoned her for training. Next the Lord spoke of 'individual advancements' the doe doubted her chances, a bite of disappointment in her own actions slithered through her veins; allowing herself to be captured would not look good on her record and it had also resulted in her missing out on crucial meetings. Shaking off the feelings she continued to listen, even grinning at Lady Illynx as she spoke to the herd. A celebration? Now that would be quite fun...glancing towards her three daughters she realised it would be an ideal time to make introductions. Arwen turned and looked up at her with huge begging eyes, a quiet chuckle and an even quitter response. "Yes, we shall attend the celebration."

Love is why we fall down
And get back up again