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Studious and curious as ever, Tilney had spent his morning preening his way through the root system of a cactus from the Dragon's Throat in search of what he beleived might be the source of a wondrous alcohol. Once whithered, Tilney anticipated to find something interesting within the spires and juice of the fermenting cactus itself. Perhaps an agent they could use for cleaning wounds? Or perhaps nothing. Such was the work of his kind - trial and error. The Queen's call caused him a great disruption, so much so it even caused the everglowing man to give a sigh in silent retaliation. He really did want to stay with his cactus. Stepping fourth from the greenhouse, Tilney gathered himself and marched forwards in a positive stride towards the Queen's beckoning. The presence of his beloved daughter was easily noted, her chirps heard before he even broke the treeline. With a smile the stallion took his place further to the front of the crowd and nodding to the herd-brothers and sisters he called his friends. The doctor allowed Maude to continue her conversation with the warrior without any interruption, however his daughters words came to him with some concern for Nyx's wellbeing if Maude had to ask her if she was 'okay'. This certainly did not interfere with his pride for her - she was becoming a remarkable young lady, full of kindness and scincerity. Everything he hoped she would be. The announcements began and Tilney listened closely, smile content as he stood among his family. Sacre - he was finally a moon doctor! With a stamp of his hoof and a short-lived hoot for his friend, Tilneys gaze crossed to the fox boy. "Congratulations!" Tilney mouthed across the crowd voicelessly so to not disturb the other announcements. Each promotion was a joy to his ears though still, Toulouse's ascension to Specter was something he remained on the fence about and the gelding diserved the burden of a probation for the horror he nearly caused Raeden. As much as Tilney disliked the scout, he would hate for her to be thrown from the cliff top. And then came the news of Arah's promotion! Maude's whistling voice, one full of pride for her mother was what amplified his grin twofold and soon he was beaming and giving a stomp for the woman he loved. Soon came some sombre words from the new Specter, and upon shifting his gaze to the gelding Tilney noted Manon at his side. Declaring her service to the edge as a sleuth a good cause. He only hoped Toulouse could offer her the kind of tutilage she wished for. |
Wander or Leave
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