dance of contrition -- assembly 12/14

[Mistrim]

Mistrim hadn’t been in Elysium for very long at all. It made her skittish and she had mainly stayed to herself. However, an announcement wasn’t something she wanted to miss. That doesn’t mean she was in the thick of the crowd though. She stayed off to the side, away from prying eyes. Rin mentioned Lemy, which didn’t surprise Mistrim. What she was surprised about was the fact the Lemy wasn’t already a high ranking officer. Her first impression was that he was atleast second in command or something similar. It didn’t matter now, he had a rank anyway if he so chooses.

Rin’s next statement did make her curl into herself though. She wasn’t a fan of being pointed out but it would make sense that anyone joining would have to be notified about to the rest of the group. Did she even consider herself joining? It made her pause but in a final note she guessed that she was going to. She had no where else to go and the people at Elysium didn’t seem too bad. Staying wouldn’t hurt and so she hesitantly raised her head to Rin. A small nod to say that she would stay. The prying eyes of other members towards the newcomers made her shrink again but her point was hopefully made.

Everything else went over her head. Her self isolation made her clueless to some of the events going on. From the sounds of it, there will be other groups coming to a festival? If that’s true then maybe that should be when she meets some other people besides Rin and Lemy. Mistrim isn’t sure about running a stall considering she has nothing to sell but it would be interesting to walk around and see what other cool stuff could be made.

The comment about the weird Mist she saw made her curious. She had considered checking it out but she didn’t really want to get lost so soon after finding a group. She kinda liked it here despite the cold weather. The people didn’t seem overly mean either, the last thing she’d want to do is get lost in the cold by herself. She faintly heard Lemy speaking but her thoughts were scattered, the only thing bringing her back from a mental ramble was Rin talking again.

This was her chance to become a full member of the group. Despite her shy demeanor and anxiety, Mistrim was ready to join. Her wings fluttered a little out of nervousness and her ear flicked but she walked forward enough to be seen as her statement. Her head bowed down slightly as to avoid any particular gaze and her entire self curled in a little as if that would help people from seeing her. Mistrim buried her face in her scarf, awaiting the oath.