moonlight | ravens and crows invite

[aine.]

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I'll come back when you call me

Younger children were beginning to stress the little vixen out.  Loud.  Rather mean at first sight.  Were all kids like this?  She had never been so mean... And she was still a kid.  Subconsciously, her paws had sank into the ground, prepared at a moment's notice to respond defensively.  Quickly, formality seemed to take precedence, allowing her muscles to slowly relax.

Aine exhaled slowly through her nose, hazel hues flashing between Leoku, Evarhi, Malak and resting on Laeglin at last.  Smaller in stature but bigger in words.  He reminded her of her own father, who spoke with calm formality.

"… We're the Commodores of the Ravens and Crows," she offered after a moment, overly conscious of any eyes that moved to her.  Still wary, she shuffled her paws and steadied her stance.  "'an we're introducing ourselves to all the other groups."

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