BELLONA

Bright eyes look to one silent figure to the next, analysing each of their reactions so that the maiden can consider her next move. The maiden has already spoken and, as determined as she is to find the source of all this madness, she has little desire to engage herself in the raucous conversation soon to come. For now the herd is quiet, but the vibrant bird knows that it cannot last; their shock will give way to horror soon, and there is nothing in this world that can match the volume of a panicking crowd. The Aztec snorts at the thought of the chaos to come.

Just as porcelain legs turn to make their leave a voice comes to her, beckoning her away from those who have gathered so that they may speak more privately. Fierce eyes seek out the one who asks for them, the fires behind them burning brighter when they recognize the speaker. What could the Czar want with me? I only just told the man I trusted him; please don't tell me my faith earns me more duties, too. Sapphire ears flicker back as wings flutter open, but her annoyance is displayed for only a second. Even though the summons concerns her -- and regardless of the fact that she just barely likes the paint -- the Sleuth does not hesitate to join him in his departure. She might be an ambitious creature, but she knows the difference between an appropriate response and a swift exile.

Although her curiosity does manage to wrest control of her mind it is not in power for long; the collared brute speaks as soon as they are out of earshot. His words come as no surprise to the bird at first -- of course she already knows what she has done for the herd, she's been the only one protecting it in his absence -- although his offer of a reward comes as a slight shock. You would make the one who desires your or your lady's throne an item she can use against you? You are certainly more generous than you should be, Midas. Luckily for you, though, I have not started the countdown yet.

A cloud of concern dares to drag across her mind, but the conniving vixen dispels it with a stomp of her hoof. The boy -- who has stayed behind to study the still-croaking corpses of their most recent attackers -- is not so appreciative of his mother's plan. The Aztec is not as impressed with the rougarou as she had been during the amphibious assault. What will you have me do, then? Put in my time to receive nothing for my efforts? Bleed for these idiots and gain nothing in return? The hyena takes his time in forming a reply, but when he finally sends her his silent admittance he ensures that he transmits his reluctance to go with it. Bright tresses brush against her heels in a mischievous flick of her tail, but this is the hybrid's only reaction to the spotted dog's disdain. In truth the maiden has desired a weapon for quite some time, and now that she has a means for getting one (that does not involve trading her glowing gift away, at least) she will certainly make use of the opportunity. Be it for traitorous intent or not, this prize will come in handy.

"Such a talent is admired by one such as myself; I've craved for a weapon to enhance my fighting skills. Would a set of removable spikes for my hind legs be an acceptable item for you to craft me?"

"Talking"