Romani
Arriving at the meeting place, the Haflinger milled about the back of the herd, knowing that it was not in her place to speak. She held no rank save that of a soldier, and she would do her duty and keep her mouth shut, yet keep an eye out for her herdmates. The gypsy's azure depths searched the faces of those who had gathered, immediately spotting good Kaj as he spoke and promoted those who surely deserved the said promotions. The Queen spoke next, and she was a face that Romani didn't recognize. A few names spouted were easy for the mare to remember; Cheveyo and Archibald. As though his name brought clarity to to her vision, she spotted the massive Captain, his black, goliathe form just as impressive as it had been upon the day of their first meeting, so many years ago.
As though reassured by Archibald's presence alone, Romani ventured towards him, mindful to respect his presence and personal space by not getting too close. At her side, Kasai remained vigilant and silent, icy-blue orbs looking to all of the faces that were gathered. So many unrecognizable individuals... Maybe they'd get aquainted soon. As the Dauntless spoke of the dark omen that he encountered with a mare called 'Meriwether', the Haflinger's ears tipped back in uncertainty. Crows falling dead, a hurricane of black, dead bodies? An omen indeed.
"Aye, my Captain," Romani stated in response to Archibald's order with a firm nod, a willing, and determined expression crossing her face. Once again they were brother-and-sister in arms, serving together to protect their home. "Kasai and I are at your beck and call once more, my friend. Simply call, and we shall be there."
After all, she owed the Edge that much.
Just Need a bit of Luck, Get 'em Up
Point the Gun at the Eyes
Or at the Knees, had to Shoot, had to Fight
Gonna take out the Gunman