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07-05-2017, 06:43 PM
She flattens her ears at Rikyn’s flat words, rolling her eyes though she bites her tongue. Now is not the time for pointless bickering, though she would like to have some pointless bickering over how worthless saying “obviously” was – aka just as much as her half-question. She doesn’t, instead letting herself be additionally annoyed when Wessex offers up Raven to gather horses. The last place she wants her still very young companion is running around while a bunch of Gods have a magic pissing match somewhere. Though again, she bites her tongue, face returning to her usual impassive mask though lacking it’s typical mischievous look. This is no time for being her usual self, really.
“Earthy started a trend,” she mutters as Raven takes off to find the others. He’s so restless he might have gone even with her prodding, though she can hear him cawing as he goes. This time, he’s trying to call attention, trying to make sure the herd hears him and follows to the meeting spot. She’s already carrying all the things she owns, which isn’t much, but it’s enough. The cape in particular might come in handy, though she doesn’t want to wear it into battle. She might have to give it to someone to carry, but for now, she reaches around to pull it on her back again. “I can hit the greenhouse, and I swear I’ll grab things other than the fun stuff.”
Of all the places she can go, why dose she pick there? Mortuus comes to mind, and she hopes he’ll be there if Raven hasn’t already found him. If not, she can check his cave, make sure he knows just what the hell is happening. She doesn’t quite yet though, making sure there’s nothing else that needs doing before she does. Tia joins them, but their Lady is in shock, and it’s rather clear the mare is not a warrior right now. “We’re bigger and badder than one God, or fuck, four of them. We'll survive, and we’ll make it right again.” Somehow, whatever right would be in their unknown future (how useful her old burning tree of futures would be right about now). All she could see was the obvious, that they just had to survive whatever was to come.
“Earthy started a trend,” she mutters as Raven takes off to find the others. He’s so restless he might have gone even with her prodding, though she can hear him cawing as he goes. This time, he’s trying to call attention, trying to make sure the herd hears him and follows to the meeting spot. She’s already carrying all the things she owns, which isn’t much, but it’s enough. The cape in particular might come in handy, though she doesn’t want to wear it into battle. She might have to give it to someone to carry, but for now, she reaches around to pull it on her back again. “I can hit the greenhouse, and I swear I’ll grab things other than the fun stuff.”
Of all the places she can go, why dose she pick there? Mortuus comes to mind, and she hopes he’ll be there if Raven hasn’t already found him. If not, she can check his cave, make sure he knows just what the hell is happening. She doesn’t quite yet though, making sure there’s nothing else that needs doing before she does. Tia joins them, but their Lady is in shock, and it’s rather clear the mare is not a warrior right now. “We’re bigger and badder than one God, or fuck, four of them. We'll survive, and we’ll make it right again.” Somehow, whatever right would be in their unknown future (how useful her old burning tree of futures would be right about now). All she could see was the obvious, that they just had to survive whatever was to come.
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