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Els may have not been around for Snowbound's rise and fall, but Arrow was. Had she interacted with them? Not really, no. All her news was just things she picked up along the grapevine. Really, the amount of entire groups she'd seen go was astronomical. Just a fact of life, things came and things went.
Still, she couldn't blame Atbash's reaction either, there was some serious weight behind her emotional response, and her and Atticus were doomed to butt heads, there was no way to avoid it. Had he been right to accuse her of letting Snowbound fall through her grasp? Arrow didn't actually know. She didn't know enough to figure it out, but that didn't matter. At least not to her. As of now, this day, Atbash was one of their own, just as much as Atticus, just as much as herself. The place was pulling itself apart at the seams these days, huh? Who was she to dictate who was right, who's emotions were more fair than the other? But Atticus was at risk for losing, Atbash had already lost everything.
"I'm sure you did everything ya could, Cipher." Arrow shrugged, offering nothing more than a friendly smile along with it. She wasn't the kind for long emotional speeches, and it didn't look like the savannah needed to be reminded in detail of what had gone down. Not recently, or in the past. She quietly and carefully stepped up the stairs, gently nudging the new shaderunner playfully and observing Elsweyr's wounds with a squint. "Haven't forgotten about you, better not be walking around when you should be resting, madam." Arrow raised her brow at Elsweyr for a moment before returning her attention to the sad little yellow loaf on the porch.
[align=right][sup][sup]template © tikki[/sup][/sup]Still, she couldn't blame Atbash's reaction either, there was some serious weight behind her emotional response, and her and Atticus were doomed to butt heads, there was no way to avoid it. Had he been right to accuse her of letting Snowbound fall through her grasp? Arrow didn't actually know. She didn't know enough to figure it out, but that didn't matter. At least not to her. As of now, this day, Atbash was one of their own, just as much as Atticus, just as much as herself. The place was pulling itself apart at the seams these days, huh? Who was she to dictate who was right, who's emotions were more fair than the other? But Atticus was at risk for losing, Atbash had already lost everything.
"I'm sure you did everything ya could, Cipher." Arrow shrugged, offering nothing more than a friendly smile along with it. She wasn't the kind for long emotional speeches, and it didn't look like the savannah needed to be reminded in detail of what had gone down. Not recently, or in the past. She quietly and carefully stepped up the stairs, gently nudging the new shaderunner playfully and observing Elsweyr's wounds with a squint. "Haven't forgotten about you, better not be walking around when you should be resting, madam." Arrow raised her brow at Elsweyr for a moment before returning her attention to the sad little yellow loaf on the porch.