Ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies

Ah, another meeting, though the call this time is far friendlier and far less demanding. Though she still liked Sparky pants and his demanding tone. Maybe more than Tia and her “family” nonsense, except if she’s being honest (and she often isn’t) it’s nice to feel like she belongs. In truth, she likes Tia well enough. She’s a good ruler, even if she is all sunshine and rainbows. Weaver heads off toward the source of the sound like a dutiful little solider. Raven perches on her back, uninterested in the politics of all this herd nonsense, but never willing to be too far from his bonded.

Weaver could pretend she didn’t like herd meetings. That they were droll and full of a lot of talking and not a lot of anything else. Which was sort of true, but also not. Stuff tended to happen in meetings. Promotions, demotions, tasks, action. They got to leave some purpose. At least, they better leave with some purpose. Because if Tia called them here to sing songs she would stop liking Tia real quick.

Weaver settles in next to no one in particular. She’s neither the first nor the last, which seems reasonable. So she settles in to wait until Tia starts talking. The beginning is dull and stupid, but she knows it’s necessary. It doesn’t take Tia long to get into the meat of the meeting, dolling our promotions like candy today. She pays attention to who gets what, keeping up some running mental commentary in her head, though her feelings don’t cross onto her face. Raven, for his part, sits looking impassive but mildly amused at his bonded’s swirl of emotions.

Though then her eyes following a promotion to another girl with wings. Wings Hell freaking yes. Maybe they’d get the hell over this weird thing against her wings. Though at the same time, a childish part of Weaver doesn’t like that she’s no longer special, no longer the only one. But the rational, reasonable side of her hopes this girl wants to spar. Because Weaver wants to practice with some in the air as well, wants to remember what it’s like to fly without feeling guilty about it.

Then Tia is saying her name. Brand new little Weaver, the tiniest of their warriors, and Wessex (that one she gets, girl is legit a tank) to serve as Corporal. Erebos shouts his Congratulations, and she turns to find him, giving the General a smile and a nod before turning back to Tia. “I won’t let the Basin down,” she says simply, feeling entirely thrilled and pleased with this turn of events. Though she tries to school the look on her face, keeping her outward appearance her usual, mischievous self.

The other Queen says nothing, making Tia go on to talk of electric wolves. Weaver’s smile grows devious at that, perfectly content with the notion of taking care of real wolves and hunting for them in order to have electric ones. So much like the Valley’s wolves. It reminds her of her childhood, of visiting that particular kingdom. Wolves don’t scare her, but of course, she can just flit off in the sky and get away from them. She says nothing more, listening to the various comments and questions.

[Stares and Imogen and her wings for a moment, nods and smiles at Erebos when he yells congratulations]

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