Flowing Like A River;; Roseblood Leader Visit.

[elijah]

[div style="margin: 0 auto; border-width:0; width: 70%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; line-height: 1.5; font-size: 9pt;"]His ear twitches at her voice, cold eyes flickering to her direction. He says nothing in response of her bemused comment, no words dare to exist outside his mind. A piper and his rats, huh? The boy simply waits for the dragonness to respond her purpose here, tapping his paws almost impatiently into the sand. A female of authority, looking for neutrality because war brought little gain when it was born from the foundations of anger. His opinions themselves exist from the assumptions he has made from the short exchange. This woman, Jiyu, is supposedly their leader. He would assume that a leader who was elected or brought upon leadership unwillingly will add it to their little spiel whilst introducing themselves. She was likely a woman of some importance in the Rosebloods before the late leader's disappearance. A high position of some sort. Well, it was the best he could gather from Jiyu's direct manner. The dragon was leaving none of her intentions left to be guessed. The only thing that bothered him was the fact that she was talking about Sephiroth's temper, claiming that the enemy status was foolish and a waste of life. If it had been simply from anger, wouldn't anyone in the Rosebloods have spoken out? Or were they all cowards who didn't know how overthrow fools? He bites his lips, unsure how to formulate the information he was given. There were simply too many gaps and too many assumptions to make that it all felt vague. Then again, he wasn't going to ask the woman how exactly their enemy status came to be born. Perhaps he will leave this question to be posed to Goldenluxury.

Speaking of their Captain, he notices the golden tiger move in front of him - as if promptly summoned by the mention of her name. He was too deep in thought to recognise the sounds of her movement, swift and political. One can begin to notice the extra shuffling of his rats around him, moving in some kind of negative motion as though they were getting restless or irritable. They could sense Elijah's emotions, the inner workings of his brain. Sensitive to the disequilibrium that rung within the chasms of his ticking mind, they begin to scratch and whisper at the intangible threat. Hush the boy hisses through a telekinetic hum, glassy gaze narrowing towards the rodents who silence themselves immediately. Elijah feels himself relax, muscles no longer tense as he flicks his attention back towards the two leaders. "So why is peace with The Typhoon considered so important to you?" he asks, holding back his next words. If Jiyu didn't want to be enemies with the island, preferring to work towards lasting peace, why hadn't she tried to do anything before? After all, he would assume everyone in The Rosebloods would at least be semi-intelligent enough to recognise that Sephiroth's decisions hadn't exactly been the wisest. Maybe he simply thought too much of everyone.

This, however, was interrupted by Umber - the small bat who seemed to be overly fond of Goldenluxury, calling her mummy much like he has witnessed others do. He offers a smile to the younger child. "They're both a little occupied right now," Elijah says, extending his wing towards the boy. Maybe Umber would like to rest in his feathers instead. "Speaking of flowers, you can come make flowercrowns with me. Let's go do that, okay?"