NIGHTMARE IN DREAMLAND ☆ meeting 11/15

[breena]

[align=center]— breena | halls of hiraeth arch-rouge | druid —

The petite badger joined on the outskirts of the crowd as it began to grow.  Her own body still felt odd to her, thanks to her earlier shifting... Practice, but at least she was mostly comfortable.  With that.  Pressing her lips, the druid ignored the prickling feeling of close quarters and turned her dark hues towards Redvox.  First meeting.  Kinda of exciting, she supposed.  A sweet little milestone for their new group.

The very concept of ranks remained semi-foreign to her.  Her simple family clan knew little official ranks, or the like, simply living harmoniously, if not somewhat quietly, together.  Nonetheless, Breena expected she ought to at least offer the new Sentinels a smile each.  Shy as always, but congratulations appeared to be in order.  Polite.

Redvox continued by explaining the basic duties of the Arch-templar and rouge.  Simple in name.  As a rouge herself, Breena would follow the Arch-rouge.  Simple.  No... Follow... Her?  The druid went shock-still.  A rock in the shape of a young badger.  Me? 

"I-I..." Keep it together?  By the stars.  "Thank you." Her acceptance is nearly inaudible, soft voice surprised.  Flattered too.  He trusted her.  He wanted others to follow her.  Silently, her head bows, the movement almost something to knock her over, but she wanted to acknowledge Redvox in a visible way.  He may not have heard her in the crowd after all.

As part of the crowd, Breena shuffled, breathing out when attention pulled away.  They would need a healer.  Obviously.  While the badger knew well the basics, as medicinal studies fell into an important subject for druids, she lacked the true passion.  Helping others always appealed to her, but full-time healers led busy, sometimes overwhelming lives.  Hopefully they found someone soon though.

She sat back on her haunches, the rest of the gat's words beginning to wash over.  She wanted to be away from the crowd.  Her chest... Achy almost.  Tighter.  Three's a crowd...  Or nightmare.

But Breena's eyes sparked with more attention at the prospect of visiting their neighbors.  Curiosity led to her clearing her voice softly, sheepish whenever any eyes landed on her once again.  "I'm... Willing to go."  Since the badger knew next to nothing about the other groups, Breena felt drawn to find out, without a preference to where.

— I WILL TRY TO BE THE BRIGHTEST —