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You had been summoned by a voice you hardly recognized, belonging to a man you hardly knew. The once you had met him you had withered beneath his icy gaze, missing something that had instantly set you on edge. Something was not right with him, in your opinion, but you had held your tongue, kept clear of the darkness that followed him wherever he stepped. Until now. With a distinct uneasiness you proceed, eyes sweeping across your gathering kin, recognizing only Arah and the man who bid you, standing between two, one golden boy, a patchwork girl, who he had only given name to seconds before. It holds little significance to you, even as you come to a standstill on the fringes of the group as had become habit, mismatched eyes passively watching those before you, surrounding you as more came to listen. It is with disinterest that you listen to others speak, until the alabaster girl raises question to your lord’s words, clearly displeased. Your body sways towards her, your initial instinct to try and quell the anger raging within her, but it is not your place, and instead you remain in your position, brows furrowing as she continues. You know comparatively nothing of the history of this herd, nothing of the inner politics. Nothing of what she had done, and so you are indifferent to all of it. More voices follow, some raised and others wishing well, speaking of their support. Still you remain silent, coming to the conclusion that your appearance is proclamation enough of your support. |
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