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11-21-2016, 02:31 PM
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Your spine is ablaze
Felling any foe with my gaze Aithniel was disappointed with the small turnout, but she understood that not all would approve of the violent way in which she ascended. She would have to work hard to change their minds and prove her worth, and that task was one she would bear with pride. Her silver gaze danced from face to face and smiled at Tae in surprise when she requested another rank. The Inquisitor would not have guessed the primal mare would want to be a healer, but that only made her more excited to give this position to her. Surprises were always good - especially to enemies. "Najya, Mercutio and Tae, it is an honor to meet you, and I want to bestow upon you three the title of healer. My knowledge on such matters is thin, so I look forward to seeing you stockpile supplies. If you need anything, let me know. I will support you however I can," she said earnestly, offering a small smile. Aithniel was not one to wear her emotions on her sleeves, but the effort those who showed up here made was.... it felt good. Aithniel turned then to Sohalia. "Yes, I would look forward to speaking with you after the meeting. We need to discuss the stability of this island as well as ideas to bring greater comfort to our citizens. After living in the Aurora Basin, I am aware we are lacking in shelter," she said, her words not accusing but thoughtful. She would have to make sure she provided properly for the members of the Dragon's Throat and meet their needs. Only then would they be able to pledge loyalty. Maren and Nephele offered their support, and she nodded to them gladly before beaming at her children: Tyrath and Matheo. Aithniel moved forward to attempt to embrace them both. "I do this for you, children - so that you may know what leadership means and have this world in which to be yourselves," she murmured for their ears to hear. Matheo even spoke in her head, and she winked at him with a silver eye. Volterra stood luck a bump on a log, and she wanted to roll her eyes. Wouldn't he, a warrior, be the most supportive given the method in which she took over? Didn't he take what he wanted by force? Hone and perfect his body for battle? That made her think that he had some secret loyalty or affections for Sikeax, and she narrowed her eyes slightly. Ophelia would have to weigh in on this matter, she mused. "I appreciate all your help, and together, we will make the Dragon's Throat a force to be reckoned with. We need to start by patrolling our borders and keeping up to date. Information is power." |
But burn down our home
I won't leave alive
Please tag me in everything!
