She’d been around, but not really, because parties were definitely not her thing. She doesn’t like touching anyway, and all those bodies so close together is basically a recipe for brushing into everyone and everything nearby. Syrena kept to the side, letting Thea try to make friends, though even her companion seemed a little overwhelmed by the number of horses in one place. Syrena did, at least, get herself a drink before settling in to watch what unfolded. There was plenty of entertainment in watching.

What she isn’t expecting is a meeting, but soon Ampere is calling to them and Syrena turns her attention, moving a bit closer to the Sultana though as always, staying on the outskirts of the group. Ampere has far more enthusiasm than Syrena could fathom, really, but she listens politely wondering if this was just going to be an amp-em up kind of speech, because she didn’t care about those if she’s being honest. Instead though, Ampere turns to announcements, which start with her name. That is a surprise.

Syrena is silent for a moment, entirely uncertain if she’d heard correctly, though she knows she did. There are no other crafters, meaning she was the only choice for Forger, even if not the best choice. After a moment too long, she nods to Ampere, accepting the position without words. Sunjata is also promoted, and Syrena tries to catch his eye and nod at him as well. She likes the blue stallion well enough from their encounters, after all. The other two she doesn’t know as well, so she simply returns to listening.

Volterra turns the topic to Kaos. Syrena listens, disagreeing that anything regarding Kaos necessarily meant doom, but he talks of strange happenings. She hadn’t even noticed Isopia in the group until the mare speaks up, but there is the Mountain. When did the Mountain join the Throat? It feels right, in a way, and wrong in another, to be in this herd that is not their herd with her former Czarina.

When there’s an appropriate lull in the conversation, she speaks up. “Something similar happened when I was there. A blue-green mist came from the altar and black flowers grew around us, and those that were there, myself included, felt stronger and rejuvenated after.” She’s not sure how useful that information is, but she figures it’s worth sharing. Her eyes glance toward Isopia, since she had been there at the time as well. It seemed to be quite a trend.

Syrena

let the water take me