It was her loyalty that drew her from the deep recesses of the Basin when the summons were sent out, molten-gold and frozen-silver eyes locked upon the two leads of the Basin, and their Thief as she prowled among the crowd, finding herself a spot next to Albrecht simply because he was familiar. Known. She stands close, but not too close, relishing her distance and not allowing anything more. Her eyes danced across the familiar form of Deimos the Reaper, of her Lordship, recalling their conversation and her vows, before skimming over the delicious coral contours of Hotaru, then settling upon the gilded lady Rexanna. What a trio they were.

They spoke, the others listened. Rhiannon had been to enough of these herd meetings to know how they worked, but the ones nowadays were nothing like the ones that she clung to in her memories. No... Change was upon them, and they had to embrace it if they had any hope to survive.

Promotions were made, and Rhiannon watched with faux interest, lips drawn back in a straight line of stoicism. Frost Fyre the new Haruspex, Aisling a new Sneak. Congratulations and all that happy bullshit. The brindled devil gave a flick of her frosted tail, averting her eyes, searching for anymore familiar faces...

Lena stuck out, even though they had never formally been introduced to one another. She was simply a familiar face. Rhiannon continued her survey, unable to find anyone else who looked even remotely familiar. It caused a scoff to escape her lips.

At least that little hair-eating hybrid shit wasn't among them... Yet.

The thought was enough to draw a rueful grin to the brindled mare's lips, drawn taught over yellowed teeth. Hadn't Hotaru just said to care for the foals as though they were their own? Well, Rhiannon had no experience being a mother, and she had no desire to be a mother, either. Let someone who was far more capable handle the little heathens that scoured their mountainous home. It sure as hell wasn't her job.

Other announcements were made, and Rhiannon tilted an ear forward in mild attention, letting a rear hoof cock at half-mast in a lazy display of a posture. An Aurora Viewing Festival? Now, that sounded positively interesting... If beasts from all over would be in attendance, perhaps it would be the perfect opportunity to try to find a pretty little thing to take home. What a delightful thought.

"... I'll be available to assist in the festival in anyway that is needed." Short, simple, and to the point. That was how Rhiannon liked things anymore. Her two-toned gaze once more surveyed the three, dipped her horned head in a formal bow to her superiors, and took a step back, idly noticing that Albrecht had clearly had enough and was already on his way out.

Well, there went her familiar face...