05-30-2018, 08:02 PM
[font=trebuchet ms]It wasn’t right, for Bastille to have to host Starrynight’s memorial.
Rin supposed that eventually, every leader would have to set aside a time to commemorate their predecessor. That was the way that succession worked, it seemed; one leader died or disappeared, and another one had to take their place. Yet, and she still could not get over this, Bastille was so young to be doing so. He hadn’t even finished his warrior training, as far as she knew, and already he was going to have to lead the clan into battle, navigate the political web of lies and schemes, keep his members from leaving, and still other responsibilities that she was probably forgetting.
Part of her wondered if this situation was one she had been in before.
Rin said nothing when Bastille made his announcement, not even upon noticing clear signs of a hangover on his features. She had no doubt that he was already suffering enough, both from the alcohol and the gravity of the situation. With a sigh, she made her way over to the Starpool, ears swiveling back.
Taking a seat beside Hazel, Rin offered Starrynight’s pendant only a brief, yet emotionally-charged glance, then turned her eyes to the water’s surface. It would do her no good to break down now, not when she had to be strong for everyone else. If she hadn’t been able to save Starrynight, the least she could do was help everyone else through the aftermath.
Rin supposed that eventually, every leader would have to set aside a time to commemorate their predecessor. That was the way that succession worked, it seemed; one leader died or disappeared, and another one had to take their place. Yet, and she still could not get over this, Bastille was so young to be doing so. He hadn’t even finished his warrior training, as far as she knew, and already he was going to have to lead the clan into battle, navigate the political web of lies and schemes, keep his members from leaving, and still other responsibilities that she was probably forgetting.
Part of her wondered if this situation was one she had been in before.
Rin said nothing when Bastille made his announcement, not even upon noticing clear signs of a hangover on his features. She had no doubt that he was already suffering enough, both from the alcohol and the gravity of the situation. With a sigh, she made her way over to the Starpool, ears swiveling back.
Taking a seat beside Hazel, Rin offered Starrynight’s pendant only a brief, yet emotionally-charged glance, then turned her eyes to the water’s surface. It would do her no good to break down now, not when she had to be strong for everyone else. If she hadn’t been able to save Starrynight, the least she could do was help everyone else through the aftermath.
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