11-14-2018, 04:47 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; color;"]"Those are for our allies, are they not?"
Agathe's inquiry was laced with an undercurrent of something that could only be described as graciousness, the weariness in her eyes indicative of her own inability to handle anything of this caliber much less run a clan. Titan was gone and she was utterly alone in a place that she did not entirely understand, left to make sure that all was well and everyone was appeased. But at least Isabelle had made gift baskets and at least... at least they had one, measly ally to give them to. She knew that she should be counting her little victories and relishing in the idea that they would not be entirely defenseless were they to be ambushed by one of their enemies but still, still- they were essentially a clan of children. What damage could they do? Who would they intimidate?
The snow leopard resisted the urge to heave a sigh, instead preoccupying herself by scanning the baskets once, twice, three times. "They look nice," She admitted, words tight and strained but delivered nonetheless. Agathe had never been the type to hand out praise but, while she had not forgotten Isabelle's mask antics, she was deserving of it. Incredibly so, actually. "Why don't we take them to Atticus so that he might distribute them to our ambassadors?" She mused, another unexpected offer from the girl who did not enjoy working closely with anyone to do anything. But she was tired and her head still pulsed at all times of day and maybe she expected some sort of good karma to be bestowed upon her if she did this little thing and helped for once. And then she would steal a few minutes for herself and sleep because her goddess knew that maybe, just maybe, she'd deserve it.
Agathe's inquiry was laced with an undercurrent of something that could only be described as graciousness, the weariness in her eyes indicative of her own inability to handle anything of this caliber much less run a clan. Titan was gone and she was utterly alone in a place that she did not entirely understand, left to make sure that all was well and everyone was appeased. But at least Isabelle had made gift baskets and at least... at least they had one, measly ally to give them to. She knew that she should be counting her little victories and relishing in the idea that they would not be entirely defenseless were they to be ambushed by one of their enemies but still, still- they were essentially a clan of children. What damage could they do? Who would they intimidate?
The snow leopard resisted the urge to heave a sigh, instead preoccupying herself by scanning the baskets once, twice, three times. "They look nice," She admitted, words tight and strained but delivered nonetheless. Agathe had never been the type to hand out praise but, while she had not forgotten Isabelle's mask antics, she was deserving of it. Incredibly so, actually. "Why don't we take them to Atticus so that he might distribute them to our ambassadors?" She mused, another unexpected offer from the girl who did not enjoy working closely with anyone to do anything. But she was tired and her head still pulsed at all times of day and maybe she expected some sort of good karma to be bestowed upon her if she did this little thing and helped for once. And then she would steal a few minutes for herself and sleep because her goddess knew that maybe, just maybe, she'd deserve it.
[font=arial][color=#510205][size=16pt]WATCH IT [i]GROW[/i], CHILD OF WAR
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