Aviya watched coolly from behind, ears flicking to whomever spoke, taking in their words. Her pale face was void of emotion, but inside her brain churned thoughts like a wicked storm boiling in the distance. This Tio fellow, as they called him, seemed to be a gadfly. Relentless and annoying. Casting her gaze downwards, she sighed and trotted forward on cloven feet. She did not stop until she stood at Mauja's side, sandwiching the King now between herself and her brother. Smirking delicately she cast a blue gaze upwards, hoping to catch his matching eyes.
The dark princess was elated to have Mauja back. She admired him greatly, just as she admired her father. They both encompassed the strength she one day wished to possess--and she wanted them to teach her so badly it, sometimes, hurt inside. When Mauja had gone missing, along with his son, she felt like half of herself was missing, in a way. She knew she was strong on her own, and could always be, but she enjoyed Mauja and Tamlin more than the others in her life, save for her father. She appreciated everyone, it was just that those three males were very important to her. Drawing on the strength of the pale King next to her, she spoke.
"Lady Psyche, as I am growing older as does my desire to serve this herd. I ask for a rank among your soldiers, to be trained and used skillfully." As she spoke she wondered how d'Artagnan would take her words. Would he be upset? Would he be proud? Did he want her to be a nurse, like her mother? No, Aviya was stronger than that. She did not think any further on her mother, or even her younger sister (even though both were still absent from the meeting). All she could think about, while standing next to Mauja, was Tamlin. She missed that little, cocky bastard. He had been her only, well, friend. She still slept with his lynx pelt draped over her shoulders, each night thoughts of his whereabouts plaguing her mind. She wanted to ask Mauja if he knew where he was.
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