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11-24-2015, 04:43 PM
I don't feel like I'm coping, I'm hoping that I
Can live and let go, so I can get through it.
To say her last herd meeting hadn't gone well was an understatement. Disowning, betraying and insulting had been the topics of her last meeting. The silver doe prayed that this one would run a little more smoothly. Wynter urged her forward, telling her that she was late. The doe however dawdled, not paying much heed to her companion's urging. After all, she had a bad track record. Surely it couldn't get much worse?
Making her way through her new home, the doe did her best to find her way through The Edge. Wynter guided from above, able to see more than her mistress. Hurrying more now she wove her way through the trees and finally came upon her new family. So many where gathered, listening to the stallion who'd found her collapsed against a tree not too long ago. It seemed not she would now be serving a new King. A frown creased her brow, true enough she'd come to serve Mauja yet after being saved by Tembouv she could not find fault in this decision. So as he announced himself as the new King, Arah ever so slightly nodded her head. This was in no way her giving 'permission'[ for Tambour to be King, more that she would give him a chance and allow him to take the reins of leadership without opposition. It was more a nod to herself and Wynter. She would follow him as long as he proved loyal to his own subjects.
As each name was mentioned and added to a specific rank, the doe tired to seek out each member that had spoken. Recognising a few of their fighters, mostly because she'd spotted them in a pervious invasion made her gut twist. Would they accept her or would her presence only cause upset? Now she was concerned that she was thinking herself more important than she actually was!'To'g go bog 'e' The iced princess glanced towards Wynter, her instruction to calm down hadn't been needed, Arah was already well aware that she had been overthinking the entire situation. A new lead crafter, they'd had a few crafters in The Basin it was strange to think there was only one that could serve the herd's crafting needs. Ophelia, that was a name she knew well. A mare that she had bowed to, yet strangely there was little emotion attached to her memories of the mare. Next game the Moon doctors, their healers. Her eyes darted around those gathered before returning to Tembouv.
At the mention of the Seer position Arah perked up. She'd never had much to do with the Gods, a few sparse meetings here and there, an off chance meeting. Perhaps this was the change she'd needed, no longer spying and sneaking but time spent learning about her new home and their patron Goddess. "I too, wish to join the ranks of the Seers." Stepping forward she spoke softly to her new King. Golden eyes dancing between him and Mauja who she'd only just spotted. "I will learn more of our Goddess and this maginicant land."
And I ain't afraid to die, I’m afraid of going to hell.
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