ringing in your head // guild meeting

[Mama]

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The call broke through the fragile reverie of memory, a soft sound of surprise rising from her as the fragments of a life she had left behind her fell away into little more than dust. It had been sometime since then, when she had felt adrenaline coursing through her veins, a soldier amongst many, nothing more than a piece of meat to be thrown to the dogs of war, a life she had fought hard to escape. And yet she rose as the call faded away, an easy pace drawing her along the beach, no hitch within it for there seemed no trouble within her mind, no voice screaming at her about how bad an idea this was. From the beginning Ishayu had been a solider and still was she though she had placed the past behind her, sought more peaceful action, and like a solider she followed orders without question.

Walking the gangplank was strange to her, a path she had never walked and she found her gaze drawn to the water between the side of the boat and the beach, watching it as it grew further away, each step drawing her closer to the ship itself. The first step was warm, the metal having picked up some of the heat of the sun as it beat down upon it, heat she was accustomed to and welcomed readily. Slowly her gaze rose and found the tigress, her approach slow and measured, taking her time to navigate the ships deck.

“Greetings Quantum,” a gentle smile curled her pale lips as she spoke, head lowering in a short nod. Ishayu knew well her appearance within the meeting might be taken as odd for there seemed little a serval missing a leg might accomplish within acts of war but she had been alive for some time, had killed and learnt to utilise her telekinetic abilities for the purpose of fighting, she knew her way around a fight though she proved hesitant to join within any.