Despite the chatter and ideas, a decision had to be made. Whether or not she was included did not matter. For the sake of information, knowing who was here would be enough. Gaucho would surely take her in, wouldn't he? He and Oxy seemed to have a bit of companionship, and if she needed, she knew she could play that card. Either way, her very last attempt would be wandering into the Throat, and living in the toils of heat. So she followed soundlessly behind the rest. Ophelia in the lead, and the males behind her, she picked up the caboose. For what it is worth, she did not think her mental state would even allow her to begin to work with them. It was a tightly wound wire that was suffocating her heart, but she needed to snip it away eventually. It had taken a toll on her physically, the nightmares and terrors often keeping her up through the night. So even Edgar was surprised when she dove into the heart of her bitterness and fear. Essentially, she was the lamb in a pack of wolves.

The trip was short, and sweet. She knew that the "talking" group was coming, and she dreaded listening to that. Talking was the one skill that had gone down the drain during her days here. She may be a good advertiser, but keeping the peace was not her forte. As of recently, those who chatter incessantly do not tickle her fancy either. Flicking her tail, all the assessments began. Each one proving something, both good and bad, about each contestant. Torliek was first, and just his look made him intimidating. Cathun next, his falling on the negative side of things. Elsa glanced at the young thing, and he seemed to be tall an confident. Hers was the start, and obviously every solid plan she thought she had faltered at the foundation. Edgar tensed then, and Elsa slid her ears back slightly, not sure whether to be positive or negative about the whole thing. So instead of saying anything, she stood quiet to let them finish. Rostislav was next, and his reprimands almost as bad as Cathun's. Elsa swallowed back the urge to explain, to elaborate that he knew how to do his job. Yet, among this gathering, she had absolutely no room to speak.

Kahlua and the others finally arrived. Ophelia began nominating, and the one standing above all others was the large black stallion. In all reality, he did have a decent plan, and he had the looks. That was something she lacked. Most who looked at her were just like, oh, snow! Snow isn't exactly the makings of any leader. Though, the next words nearly flew past her. The sound of her name jerked her head forward for a moment, and she took a defensive step backwards. Ophelia did not look at her, but she seemed to be offering something. What was that? General? Well shit. She let the topic be glazed over, as the nominations and appointments continued. Eventually, the two kings were left. Majua and Torliek were their names. Both male, and both certainly intimidating, and she was supposed to help them? She bought herself more time as others began ranting and musing, and the internal conflict had been split down the middle.

Offers of other positions had never even crossed her mind, and so her decision was practically going to be made by Ophelia and Kahlua. Yet, here they were, offering it should she want it. On one hand, it had the perks. She could bring the twins home, somehow, and eventually find Oxy. Yet, would he appreciate that at all? "Well shit," she muttered to herself. A decision had to be made, she couldn't stand around here forever. "If you would have me, I will work," she finally managed to say. A quick glance at the others left the decision sitting heavy in her stomach. The odds were against her, in every sense. Let's hope this decision was the lesser of two evils.


"talk"
[-coughs- -slides this in quietly-]