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11-16-2016, 12:12 PM
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| For the second time in as many days, the Transcended was roused from her daily routine by a bellowing call to gather the herd. Always the obedient one, she made her way quickly to the gathering and managed to be among the first to arrive. She smiled at Najya and at the stranger (who she would later come to know as Mercutio) as she came to a halt near the two of them and towards the front of the meeting. Astraeus sat elegantly upon her rump, his golden eyes looking about with interest as the herd gathered. Sohalia herself was still in the process of healing from her fight with Cera: her ear, though mostly cleaned of blood, was still tattered and sore, and she walked with the stiffness of bruises muddling her gait. Still, she was in relatively high spirits. Even if Sikeax’s movement to name her Sultana had been overthrown when the former healer had been dethroned, she was still as loyal as ever to her herd and family, and eager to see where their new leader would take them. A respectful nod was given to the demigoddess and a murmured congratulations went out prior to the beginning of the woman’s speech. Sohalia knew little of the mare aside from vague whispers of her lineage and her steadfast presence upon the sands, but as far as she could tell, Aithniel had earned the right to lead. They had always prospered so long as they had at least one strong warrior to lead them, and the demigoddess had proven herself to be capable on the battlefield. As the meeting began and Aithniel called out new plans and new ranks, Sohalia was struck by the straightforward way she spoke. There was no fluff, no extra wording – she simply handed out tasks and ranks as though she had more important things to be doing, and the faster they could get this done, the better. That was not to say, however, that Aithniel didn’t care; no, Sohalia got the impression that the mare cared very much. Her only doubts lay in how diplomatic the warrior could be when such a thing would be necessary. After the rest of the buzz died down – after all, Sohalia already had a rank, and she would be useless in either a fighting or a healing role – the Transcended stepped forward. ”I have some ideas to present to you, Sultana. Might I have a word, after the meeting is adjourned?” she requested, smiling kindly at the younger mare. At worst, she would be brushed aside and dismissed, but she rather hoped that Aithniel would consider what she had to say, particularly given the dove’s prior experience upon these sands. "Talk talk talk." |
| Sohalia I built this city just to bring it to its knees |
