GET WITH IT •• mandatory meeting & exile

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I'll come back when you call me

Dutifully, the petite druid had trotted after her father, still struggling with her balance.  Her hazel hues flickered, a new wariness within.  Memories of the most recent days making her steps slightly slower, unenthusiastic to sit among a crowd she didn't know she even truly trusted.  Well.  A few she knew for sure she didn't, such as Caesar.  But even Kydobi had recently fractured her expectations.

She shuffled her hooves where she sat, eyes absently following a nearby ant rather than looking up at the ardent as he spoke.  Her ears however, were perked.  Quickly though, she found her attention caught and snared.  The sound of her father's name surprised her.  A promotion.  Vicar.

Swiftly, she blinked up at her father, smiling in return.  If anyone deserved such a promotion, it was him.  No one was better than her father.  Though she did feel her chest tighten as he walked away, ears flicking slightly down.

Suddenly uncertain, Aine cast her eyes down once again, finding a small beetle to watch this time, letting the rest of Kydobi's words wash over her ears.  Would her father be more busy now?  Would he let her help?  Her teeth caught the inside of her cheek as she ruffled her wings.

Were they done?  The deer-fox frowned in confusion, glancing up.  What were they staying to see?

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