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Aine trotted up to her father's side hesitantly, ears flicked back against her skull. The last meeting had not gone well. Had gotten violent. She didn't like the idea of coming again. She didn't like the idea of her father going without her either. Especially, as she appeared to be the first healer present.
She shuffled her hooves, wings pressed tightly against her sides. While the others spoke among themselves, names and introductions passed, the petite deer-fox focused on the ground beneath her, idlily growing flowers.
The Elysium leaders, she knew. From last time. Invoked violence from her cousin... Through uncalled for words. Loey was new, Chernabog vaguely familiar from home. Goldenluxury, she pointedly avoided. Wherever her hazel hues flickered, it was away from the tigress.
She felt proud at least, that her father, who had been chosen by a Pittian leader, had succeeded a Pittian leader, had not been appointed by someone who hated them, was Ardent. Had led them to a choice of disbanding slavery, on their own terms, after Silent's violent reestablishment, rather than following a threat. Aine felt proud.
With a creased brow, the Fleshweaver grew a single marigold, head tilting lightly before she glanced up at her father. Hopefully they wouldn't need any of the flower today.
[/td][/tr][/table]She shuffled her hooves, wings pressed tightly against her sides. While the others spoke among themselves, names and introductions passed, the petite deer-fox focused on the ground beneath her, idlily growing flowers.
The Elysium leaders, she knew. From last time. Invoked violence from her cousin... Through uncalled for words. Loey was new, Chernabog vaguely familiar from home. Goldenluxury, she pointedly avoided. Wherever her hazel hues flickered, it was away from the tigress.
She felt proud at least, that her father, who had been chosen by a Pittian leader, had succeeded a Pittian leader, had not been appointed by someone who hated them, was Ardent. Had led them to a choice of disbanding slavery, on their own terms, after Silent's violent reestablishment, rather than following a threat. Aine felt proud.
With a creased brow, the Fleshweaver grew a single marigold, head tilting lightly before she glanced up at her father. Hopefully they wouldn't need any of the flower today.
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AINE CHARLOTTE NÍ BROIN - THE PITT - 10 MOONS - RED DEER-FOX
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