never take advice from someone who just admitted to being devious and just confessed to treason
The call rode upon the streams of the north wind, coiling through the thick grasses, the narrow passageways of rock, and into the hollows of every shadowed cavern. It echoed across the mountains to the very edge of the valley and back, stirring the silence and with it, a flock of birds. Roland was quick to respond to the summons, joining the congregation as they assembled beneath the crest of a hill. The Lord and Lady stood above the mass, looking down upon their flock.
The Thief milled along the outside of the group, pausing to listen as Deimos made mention of the alliances they had set out to form. Roland and his partners had departed both lands without a final verdict, and since then he had eagerly awaited their responses. The Edge had accepted, for which Roland felt gratitude and satisfaction; there had been a time, not so long ago, when their families had not been on the best of terms. The Hidden Falls, however, had denied their kinship. Roland refused to let his spirits be too dampened by their refusal. There was hope for the future, as the Basin repaired their broken bonds with neighbouring herds and rebuilt their reputation. Once Deimos moved onto the topic of promotions, he caught any congratulations with a humbled smile and a courteous bow of his head, but made himself scarce to avoid attention.
He spotted his comrades amongst the throng; Lena and Imogen, Arah and her children- whom he mustn’t forget to say hello to one of these days- but he sidled through the gathered mass and placed himself at Caneo’s side, for the boy had not been long from his thoughts since the Thief had brought him to the Basin. He remembered to keep a respectable distance, knowing the stallion was edgy; nonetheless, he cast a warm smile in Caneo's direction, turning to the hillock before them as Deimos concluded his announcements. Illynx drew forwards then, and any questions and curiousities lingering in Roland's mind were abandoned in favour of entertaining intrigue. A festival? They had never held any celebration before, not in the two years he had lived amongst them. Yet it seemed fitting, after all they had endured together as of late. He chuckled at the enthusiasm echoing through the crowd, finding his own curiousity piqued at the mention of festivities. It promised to be interesting, knowing the varying personalities that could be found dwelling within the Basin.
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[O] Direction to Perfection [Mandatory Herd Meeting]
