prince of the dark and the dead will walk / MEETING 11/11

[ROSEMARY]

[align=center]SHE LOST HER VOICE DOWN BY THE RIVER, SCREAMING FOR COURAGE

The witch took a seat at the edge of the gathering crowd, trying to keep her distance from the other members. She abhorred physical contact -- even accidental brushes -- and she wanted to keep their chattering voices as far away from her ears as possible. Her ear flicked as she heard her name called out as part of the welcome quartet, three of her four eyes settling on the lion as he pushed the meeting's various points.

Her head dipped when he called her name, again, for the promotion to physician. Rosemary thought to speak her thanks and congratulations, but she worried about interrupting the flow of the meeting; thus, she stayed silent with only the occasional flick of her forked tail. Nothing else terribly surprised her -- not even the bit about the business with the Typhoon. The former head soothsayer knew bad blood brewed between the two groups at the time of her leaving, though she anticipated they'd settle into an accord sooner or later. But, now that she saw the Roseblood leader commanding his forces, she saw how that assumption turned out wrong; he and Pincher were of the same type, domineering with an arrogant streak. Neither would admit wrongdoing or acting stupidly. Or, of one did, the other would pounce on the shown weakness.

"Pardon my opinion, but... perhaps we ought to approach Sunhaven for an alliance? The Typhoon are rather busy with The Pitt at the moment, and we should use that distraction to befriend their ally." Besides, Rosemary liked the beachside Clan; she'd like to continue to visit the ocean, and this presented the best way to do so. Well, the political understanding primarily motivated her, but she certainly wanted to take her pet crocodile to the ocean from time to time.