never take advice from someone who just admitted to being devious and just confessed to treason
Winter had finally arrived, and it was not something that Roland welcomed with open arms. By now, he was almost used to the snow and harrying wind, but Frostfall brought with it a whole new meaning of cold. Luckily the morning that Psyche beckoned them for a meeting was not an overly dismal one, but the Impersonator still found himself longing for the warmth of the hot springs, a guilty pleasure he felt ashamed to even think of. Heavy snowflakes gathered in his copper mane as he gravitated towards his leader’s call along with the rest of his herd, soon finding himself amongst the faces of strangers as he made his way stiffly over the frozen ground towards the Dark Empress.
What she had to share with them was news both old and new to his ears, though he listened with no lack of interest when she spoke of their contract with the Grey, feeling a swell of pride in his chest that he had been involved. It felt good to be put to use, to bear a purpose rather than wandering aimlessly, even if he hadn’t exactly enjoyed the long trek to the Foothills and back. He only hoped their rivalry with the Throat would not amount to War, as it was an environment he did not look forwards to returning to so soon; and when the time came to make that judgement call, would he want to risk his own life amidst shot and shell for the herd he had been a part of for so short a time? Roland considered himself loyal to the Basin, despite his notoriously unstable devotions, but he knew it would be so easy to fall into his old habits, slinking back to the shadows from whence he came to scope out another place to call home, not bold enough to bare his throat to the enemy.
Once Psyche had finished speaking, others among their gathering piped up and Roland listened with distracted intent. He was struck with the realization that he knew so few of the Basin’s inhabitants, and that there were many he had yet to meet. Still, it was comforting to see the odd familiar face around him, though some brought more unease than others. The very sight of Deimos sent a chill down his spine, ashen hide and cobalt eyes hinting at his affinity with death, though Roland hadn’t the faintest inkling of what the General was capable of. His eyes skimmed over Prometheus, grimacing at the freak display of flesh and bone bared to the cold, leaving bloodied gaps in his white fur. The Aurora Basin had many faces, and now he was grateful for the chance to see them all.
Arah’s familiar voice drew his gaze towards the white mare, ears perked as she added her comments to the conversation. Questions reared their heads in the silence of his mind at her mention of the intruders, but he knew they would remain unanswered. Knowing that they were from the Dragon’s Throat bred dark suspicion in his chest; from what he had seen Zar’roc and Elizabeth do to one of their own kind, he did not want to entertain the thoughts of what the Basin’s lackeys might do to intruders, and wondered if Arah had done anything to bloody her antlers in the service of the Basin. While he had done little work for his herd yet, and hadn’t even met Faelene, the head of his division, he felt compelled to offer his services as well, though Psyche surely would make use of him if his skills were required. “I also will lend aid where it is required, even if the task does not pertain to intelligence.”
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[P] [COMPLETE] decisions [MANDATORY HERD MEETING/ACTIVITY CHECK]
