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Aquila
Scaled ears perked from their listless splay, unblinking but lackluster gaze turning skyward as the glint of scales instinctively brought her face-fins flaring in warning. The sea mare recognized the bronze-scaled dragon—it belong to Isopia, the new leader of the Falls. The God of the Earth had appeared to better his herd. But he had ignored her pleas, as all the gods had, the day she had needed them.
So there was little loyalty or allegiance in the fierce seahorse. Though some of her ferocity had crumbled beneath the weight of despair. Her gaze was not quite at sharp, her shoulders not quite as proud. But she was a warrior to her core, and it went against her grain to ignore the beckon of a superior. So, with a terse snort and strike of her forelimb in the shallow, freshwater she stood, her scaled and striped body turned and walked towards the source of the call.
Her arrival was later than others, courtesy of her reluctance to follow the wings of a dragon. But, still, she was there, present at the outskirts of those gathered. Her unblinking, yellow-and-aqua eyes darted towards the many pairs of wings (an orange man, a single-winged youth, a lightning marked filly, a crackling dark colt, a woman with two wing sets, a woman with neatly folded golden feathers, and Darwin). Unease crawled through her, removed the slackness from her body and replacing it with tension. She stared at Darwin for a few moments, recalling how the man, despite his wings, had been nearly friendly to her on the beach.
But, amid so many feathers, the woman opted to stand alongside Syrena. She was silent, still, and rigid. Though she made eye contact as a greeting to the seal coated woman. Her ears twitched as Isopia named her Storyteller of the Falls. An honor, and the seahorse watched the woman for her reaction. More were named and given ranks, though the mare found herself searching for Kahelo—where was he? She had not seen him in quite some time.
She remained silent, unblinking, watching, and waiting for a dismissal from this meeting. Her tail twitched once, sending a quiet buzz from her barbs into the air.
The sea is hell and I am its fury.
Aquila shows up, looks at @Darwin and stands next to @Syrena being moody & surly.
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