LET THE BODIES HIT THE FLOOR ☆ o, mock trial

[aine.]

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I'll come back when you call me

Transfixed by the sheer amount of snow more than the words announced, the petite vixen nearly walked directly into her father.  Startled into a more attentive state, Aine's head turned upwards, ears perking up brightly. 

Quickly her hazel hues began searching for clues around her, attempting to puzzle out the event without asking Redvox to repeat herself.  She didn't want him to know she hadn't exactly been... Listening... He'd think she was being rude.  And her father taught her better than that.

Unfortunately, she had no clue.  The bear with the balancing scale looking really interesting.  Appealing.  Aine enjoyed balance immensely.  Order.  Fairness.  It felt nice when things came out aligned or justified.  Still.  She had no clue.

Simply pleased to be present at all and around Redvox, the fox rocked to and fro on her paws.  Her father seemed to be awaiting direction, so she would too.

— aine | the pitt | commodore of the crows | fae druid —