Aaron</style>
World's Edge Glazier
And Shepherds we shall be
For thee, my Lord, for thee.
Power hath descended forth from Thy hand
Our feet may swiftly carry out Thy commands.
So we shall flow a river forth to Thee
And teeming with souls shall it ever be.</style>
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A familiar voice calls out across the Edge, and the new Glazier's ears flattened back at the sound. What does she want. With a snort he also began the walk to where Ophelia stood, Alanna jogging along at his side. The pup was growing up fast, a bit to fast for the young stallion. He now understood why his mother used to tell him the same thing. Children did not stay children long enough. The gods knew he had not, nor had Phi. his anger for her actions against the Foothills had cooled, but was not forgotten. Nor were her words that day in the Deep Forest. she had claimed he was immature, childish... No. She called him what she really was. However he would keep that opinion to himself for this meeting. Alanna whined at his side, reminding him to focus on keeping his cool as he now was part of Mirage's and Thor's council.
It seemed both Mirage and Thor had arrived before he had, both giving friendly greetings to the pale mare. Aaron came to stand to the left of Mirage, but back a slight bit. It allowed Phi to see that Mirage and Thor were the WeyrLeaders, but that Aaron also held a higher place in this herd. His eyes were darker than normal, the only sign that he was not pleased to see Ophelia here. He nodded in greeting, but not respect. He could not respect someone who so easily stole a home. The Qian and Dragon's Throat had only taken the bastard blood bay out of the way, not almost every fighting capable member of the herd. They fought and won. The Grey had not given those in the Foothills the chance to change things within the herd.
Quickly he shoved all of that to the back of his mind, speaking in an indifferent tone "Ophelia. Don't need to introduce myself other than to say I am the Glazier." He kept any emotion out of his voice, at which Alanna growled softly. He snorted in warning to the pup. This was not a personal meeting, but one that effected the herd. For this reason he would not show how he felt about the one delivering the information.
"Sed interdum rutrum urna, sed pellentesque sapien tempor in."
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