02-23-2019, 10:06 PM
[font=trebuchet ms]Having eaten a week's worth of bamboo and other vegetation within the past few days, Straw was already feeling much more like herself. Granted, that same self was no more inclined to chat up strangers or attend crowded social events than before, but that was okay. For the most part, she didn't need to; all she had to do was not cause trouble.
With that said, she had heard something about "being sworn in" in a public meeting. Something for all new joiners to do, swearing allegiance to Elysium and so earning the privilege of being... trusted, she supposed. Standing in front of a crowd sounded about as pleasant as walking into a volcano, but not showing up was a one-way ticket to looking disloyal, and she was not about to risk her room and board privileges to spare herself the discomfort of public speaking.
Straw kept her distance upon entering the yard, in an effort to maintain a low profile as long as she could. Once Phoenix started speaking, she instinctively touched a paw to her mask and inhaled deeply. It was just one day, a few minutes at most. All they expected, probably, was that she wouldn't betray them to the enemy; something she would never have done anyway, because really, who did that? Besides a certain other person who she refused to dwell on, no one was that lacking in morals.
Her name was called, and she snapped back to attention, focusing on Phoenix in order to ignore the eyes wandering over to her. True Elysite... "passage of rites," was that what they were calling it now? The values of the community, justice, and the greater good, though- those were absolutely doable. Easier to do them than not to do them, really, at least for her conscience.
Meeting Phoenix's eyes, Straw gave a firm nod of agreement. Then, twitching her ears, she glanced down at her paws and waited for the group's attention to be diverted away from them. She had done what she needed to, so once the meeting was adjourned, she could leave. (Hopefully.)
With that said, she had heard something about "being sworn in" in a public meeting. Something for all new joiners to do, swearing allegiance to Elysium and so earning the privilege of being... trusted, she supposed. Standing in front of a crowd sounded about as pleasant as walking into a volcano, but not showing up was a one-way ticket to looking disloyal, and she was not about to risk her room and board privileges to spare herself the discomfort of public speaking.
Straw kept her distance upon entering the yard, in an effort to maintain a low profile as long as she could. Once Phoenix started speaking, she instinctively touched a paw to her mask and inhaled deeply. It was just one day, a few minutes at most. All they expected, probably, was that she wouldn't betray them to the enemy; something she would never have done anyway, because really, who did that? Besides a certain other person who she refused to dwell on, no one was that lacking in morals.
Her name was called, and she snapped back to attention, focusing on Phoenix in order to ignore the eyes wandering over to her. True Elysite... "passage of rites," was that what they were calling it now? The values of the community, justice, and the greater good, though- those were absolutely doable. Easier to do them than not to do them, really, at least for her conscience.
Meeting Phoenix's eyes, Straw gave a firm nod of agreement. Then, twitching her ears, she glanced down at her paws and waited for the group's attention to be diverted away from them. She had done what she needed to, so once the meeting was adjourned, she could leave. (Hopefully.)
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