the bones of what you believe // rosebloods invite

[sybil.]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 55%; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]Rosebloods. That was the group Agathe had mentioned during the meeting, wasn't it? It was this group that needed an ambassador as they were an ally. Sybil mentally recorded the information more thoroughly. It seemed politics were important in these parts. She could have curled her lip; she was not used to nor fond of these sorts of things though she supposed that was because of her tribe's vagabond lifestyle. The soothsayer didn't dwell on the differences of her former home compared to this one - it was too great of a headache.

Slipping up beside Atbash and Atticus, wordlessly, the black panther allowed her cloudy blue gaze to sweep over Goldenboy. Though she was surrounded on all sides by the smell of the Ascendants, his stench wafted over the scent markers with great ease. Rosebloods. She could have rolled her eyes at the irony of it all, for the group smelled nothing of roses or blood. Then again, perhaps that was just Gavin. With a flick of her tail, she banished those trivial thoughts from her mind.

Her eyes flickered to Kit and Atbash as they spoke, but she remained silent. All the important words had already been spoken.