He had waited, waited for the call of gathering. The informant knew it was about time for a meeting to be called, so he had stayed within the borders. He moved with grace, with power, his steps did not show the stiffness that his recent spars had brought him. He could feel the hardening of his skin, the scars of battle becoming apart of his striped pelt. He had always been a sturdy, strong man, but now the strength that encompassed him was different; better.

Golden daggers lead him to the bright source of light, his strides long and enthralling, clearly the man felt good about himself and who he was, who he had become. Soon, he would travel to the edge and see his child, a longing building in his heart at the thought of Viserra. He had immersed himself in so much involving the herd and his personal building, that he had neglected the trip up to see her, them. Miseal had told himself he could only see them when he deserved it, and now that he felt like he did, he was excited for the meeting to happen so that he might finally see his child, his prodigy, his legacy.

Arriving with confident steps, his golden's surveyed the area, eyes seeing some familiar and some not. He hoped one day, he would know all those that resided in his home, but for now he merely took his place near Illios, the striking green and cream pegasus he had patrolled with. He offered him a friendly smile before his attention turned to the sultana.

She spoke of regular herd business, and he listened, offering the queen his full undivided attention. He took it personally upon himself to ensure the safety of the masses, although he was not a warrior, he did not take her words lightly. She was right--Helovia had been quiet. There was never good doings in silence. He felt a chill travel up his spine at the thought of something growing, stirring in the soils of Helovia, but he quickly wished it away. He would face whatever this land had to throw at him, he would be prepared, and he would fight alongside his people if need be. He owed the Dragon's Throat that at least.

Whilst he listened to Megaera finish up her words, his name was pulled into it. The words that followed struck him, the informant no, the sleuth had been promoted. There was a great pride that rose in his broad chest, all his effort all of his work, had been noticed and appreciated. He offered the woman a grateful nod, fully understanding the weight and the responsibility that her words held. "Thank you for this opportunity. Your trust will not be disregarded." Miseal said seriously, not spilling too much as to slow down the pace of the meeting. He realized as some congratulated him, that Ghost was not present. Miseal hoped she was well, and desired to live up to the name she had created. He offered a small dip of his crowned head to Illios and another to the younger mare who he did not know.

The sleuth had succeeded, he had made it. He was filled with joy, something that had been quite absent as of late. This achievement, this title, had been won by his own doings, and Miseal would not mess it up. He didn't have a choice now, he would be the leader that Megaera had trusted he could be.


@Mythical request emotion two [Jubilance]
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