The young mare had sat idly by since her induction into The Plague, waiting for Psyche to give them instructions or for Mauja to step up and get the group moving but he'd sat back and nothing had been done. It was a little frustrating, she admitted to herself, but the inactivity had given her time to roam Helovia and observe herds from a distance. She'd also been able to observe the other members of the herd and the plague. In particular she'd watched the plague doctor, d'Artagnan. Secretly she'd longed to have some sort of responsibility. Being a simple member of the scourge did not allow her to do enough. It was with the desire to be more useful to her king that Kou ventured into the heart of the forest that she knew he frequented. She traveled in the dark of night with only the moon to guide her.

Her travel finally ended when she reached the heart of the Edge's forest. She stood in a section where the moonlight penetrated the protective canopy the trees created. Under the moonlight her pale hide seemed to glow, the silver strands in her mane and tail shimmered in an ethereal way. Anyone traveling would be sure to spot her, this she was confident of. If her king was close by when she called for him, should he come, he would see her waiting for him.

"Mauja, my king." She called into the darkness. "I wish to speak with you of important matters." She listened to the fading echo of her voice and she waited for the arrival of her king.

His thundering cry echoed between the trees and a smile flashed across Kou's face. Her king was coming, answering her call. The heavy hoof falls of his approach were the next sounds she heard ringing through the forest. The mare stood firm, tall, confident, as she waited for the pale form of her king to emerge from the trees and when he did he nearly took her breath away. He was beautiful as he always was. Muscles rippled beneath his speckled coat and it was no surprise to her why Psyche was drawn to the stallion and trying to claim him as her own.

"My king." The mare murmured as Mauja touched his muzzle and horn to her own. He withdrew and they stood face to face. She waited quietly for him to speak and when he did she smiled once more. "I wish to speak with you of The Plague, my king." she answered.

"I do not wish to speak ill of Psyche, but her lack of action is causing unrest. I can see it and I can feel it within myself." Yes, the organization was secretive, but that did not mean that they should do nothing. "I wish for more responsibility, Sire." She continued on. "We have one doctor in our ranks but we have no nurses for the doctor, d'Artagnan, to teach." She paused to contemplate her next words before speaking again. "It is my desire to become a nurse and learn from d'Artagnan. I believe that by promoting me that others will see that The Plague has not died out. It will show that we are still active and still harbor the same goals and ideas as when it was established."

She paused again then dipped her head. "Forgive me if I am being too forward."

The suspicion that crossed Mauja's face when she bought up the subject of Psyche and The Plague was a bit unsettling to Kou. She had begun to suspect that he would cut her off before she could finish and state her desire. To her relief he let her finished and she watched his face, growing relieved when the suspicion left and his eyes relaxed. She had no desire to take over Psyche's position as the Crux. The only way she would even do so was if Mauja asked her to and she doubted that he would. She was not a fighter. She was more adept to learning and acting secretively.

Kou waited in silence for Mauja to pass his judgement and he did so favorably. She stood still as the King lowered his head so that the tip of his horn rested at the base of her own. She did not flinch, her stance did not change as he did so. She trusted him wholeheartedly. The only movement was the tilt of her ears toward Mauja as he spoke and declared her a Nurse of The Plague.

When he withdrew she dipped her head respectfully. "Thank you." She said, her head lifting and her gaze meeting his as he asked if she would like for him to call d'Artagnan. "I would appreciate it, Sire."

Kou stood by as Mauja called the doctor to their meeting. As his call faded she could hear the faint sound of hoof beats on the earth. They gradually became louder and soon the massive red bay stallion emerged, his gaze flickering from herself to the king in turn. Mauja spoke first, informing d'Artagnan of her promotion from a simple member of the scourge to the position of nurse.

"Hello, d'Artagnan." The mare spoke calmly and evenly. She looked from d'Artagnan to Mauja when he began to speak once more, instructing them to target the Sun followers to weaken the Sun God's army. Of course they would. What would the world come to should the Sun followers continue to strengthen in number and defeated the beautiful Moon?

It was simply not a world she wanted to live in.

"Is there a specific land you would like us to visit first, my lord?" Perhaps he had a hunch on which land harbored most of the sun followers. Maybe the Moon Goddess had told him something she hadn't told anyone else.

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ahh, crappy post but i'm tired -runs away-