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03-10-2016, 03:49 PM
 Tangere is napping in the mouth of her cave; soaking pleasantly in the winter sunlight when the Queen's call rings out. Both her heart and the heart of her bone-white bird leap and pound in it's echo. They're synchronized in their response and equally linked in their immediate action to heed the cry. Meetings were always a weird thing for the silver mare. She always shows up, but rarely has any useful input or function or knowledge of current events. She's mostly less than productive if it were not for her passion for plants and learning to nurture and harvest them better and better every year. So she ponders this as she moves toward the meeting. When the bodies come into view her mind snaps into focus, taking a spot on the opposite (of her baby) side of Rexanna. She smiles to the woman warmly, genuinely delighted to stand next to her. She resists the urge to playfully address the baby – it's time to pay attention. Phrixus perches to watch them silently from above. The Queen's words are sharp and almost vicious as they fall on her people. Tangere takes it in with little feeling at first, more distracted by the looks of her hide, even with Lena next to her it seemed alarming to the silver speckled unicorn. Deimos is here too and he asks the same question rolling around in her own mind – yeah, what in the fuck happened? The information settles. Both leaders leave their words to digest for a second, obviously time for congratulations to the promoted and a time for inquiry. Tangere keeps her questions to herself, but generously doles out nods and smiles to those announced. Wolves? Oh yes, she thinks to herself. Wolves on our side will certainly be wonderful. What in the hell happened to her? Is it this tiger dude who did it, and why would he? Has one being really declared war on a whole herd or are we just making sure we rid ourselves of a nuisance? Damn that baby is adorable. Rexanna makes cute babies. Who's Gull? Who cares about eyesores, we have an enemy afoot! Yeah. Where did Thran go? Her trance is broken by a mental prod from Phrixus. He's signaling her to pay closer attention, which makes her feel silly and uncollected. She really should be better at this whole thing, she declares to herself. She listens carefully to the ansers given while everyone speaks up with questions. Afterward she shifts slightly and quietly leans in toward Rex's ear, speaking softly. “If it is allowed I would love to help part-time with thievery duties, I'd be glad to, though I warn you, I have promised most of my time to the healers.” She offers herself and a gentle grin. non omnis moriar |
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