10-22-2020, 10:14 PM
It seems she was needed everywhere lately, then. Everything did seem to happen at once, though, usually that's how things ended up turning out. Months, almost a full year without having to think about politics, aside from the brief scuffle between Tanglewood and the Pitt a few months ago where she'd retrieved Vigenere from his capture, and now suddenly two different groups show up at almost the same time to say hello. The female, however, would not be so indifferent towards this particular set. Vaas was a pleasant face...this one, however, was only a irritant.
She stands with her belief that Bai Shi was not worthy of her respect. She likely would forever. Claiming neutrality in times of slavery was not a claim to take lightly, and Goldie had been more than happy to display those beliefs as clearly as she could. She didn't take anything from them they hadn't already lost - they'd chosen to be blind to the fight for freedom, she only made sure that decision was visible to everyone else. And so, when she sees the dragon standing so close to one of her very young cousins, the tigress is quick to move forward. She positions herself over Torsten, an intense look on her features as she stands over him protectively, wings slightly outstretched and tail curled outward. She did not provide any threat yet, only a defensive stance. After all, they'd brought a child themself, as well. A decision the tigress did not find very responsible, to be frank, if they were here to discuss politics as they'd seemed to imply.
Goldie has not heard of this group that Bai Shi mentions, but she doesn't think much of that. There was always groups changing and popping up as their world evolved; she'd been there when Sunhaven, the Pitt, and several others were considered new, after all. The captain looks only to the dragon - they'd asked for her, so she'd not waste time placing attention on others. And frankly, she wanted whatever this was to be over as soon as possible. "I'm here, Bai Shi." Comes her voice, sharp and cold. She does not trust them, and she does not wish for them to be so close to her family, even if she's quite certain they likely would not attempt any hostile moves on them. "What do you wish t' speak about? I hope it's quick."
She stands with her belief that Bai Shi was not worthy of her respect. She likely would forever. Claiming neutrality in times of slavery was not a claim to take lightly, and Goldie had been more than happy to display those beliefs as clearly as she could. She didn't take anything from them they hadn't already lost - they'd chosen to be blind to the fight for freedom, she only made sure that decision was visible to everyone else. And so, when she sees the dragon standing so close to one of her very young cousins, the tigress is quick to move forward. She positions herself over Torsten, an intense look on her features as she stands over him protectively, wings slightly outstretched and tail curled outward. She did not provide any threat yet, only a defensive stance. After all, they'd brought a child themself, as well. A decision the tigress did not find very responsible, to be frank, if they were here to discuss politics as they'd seemed to imply.
Goldie has not heard of this group that Bai Shi mentions, but she doesn't think much of that. There was always groups changing and popping up as their world evolved; she'd been there when Sunhaven, the Pitt, and several others were considered new, after all. The captain looks only to the dragon - they'd asked for her, so she'd not waste time placing attention on others. And frankly, she wanted whatever this was to be over as soon as possible. "I'm here, Bai Shi." Comes her voice, sharp and cold. She does not trust them, and she does not wish for them to be so close to her family, even if she's quite certain they likely would not attempt any hostile moves on them. "What do you wish t' speak about? I hope it's quick."
NOTHING'S EVER LOST FOREVER, IT'S JUST HIDING IN THE RECESS OF YOUR MIND AND WHEN YOU NEED IT, IT WILL COME TO YOU AT NIGHT. I MISS THE YELLOW. I MISS THE YELLING AND THE SHAKEDOWN. I'M NOT COMPLAINING, NO, I GOT A BETTER SET OF KNIVES NOW. I MISS MY DRUMMER, MY DEAD STEPBROTHER, AND THE PIT CROWD. AND CHUCK AND MATTY - IF THEY COULD SEE ME THEY'D BE SO PROUD.