he who weeps - open; Coalition

[FRAGGLEROCK.]

It seemed he was a bit late, wasn't he? Not that it was particularly important that the boy be around for an alliance discussion. He wasn't any kind of high position as of now, after all. He found such things intriguing, though, and didn't doubt that watching could be a valuable learning experience. So, he arrived a few minutes after the others, ultimately choosing to sit down next to Aesior. He offered the male a bright smile before turning to the subject at hand – and freezing. He had no idea why, but the sight of Sojourn alone was enough to make his chest tight, as if she was choking him without even thinking about it. Something in the back of his mind was shouting at him, urging him, no, no, this is a bad idea! She'll kill you all! They'll kill you all! He had no idea what the voice was, but he had a few guesses. The spirit that was always following him? Did it know Sojourn somehow?

Despite the blaring warnings in his head, Fragglerock found himself unable to step forward and speak up. He was just a boy, really, so why would any of them listen to him? Besides, he could just be overreacting... his mind could be playing tricks on him. So, instead of piping up about the alliance itself, Frag merely pressed into Aesior's side, trying his best to keep from shaking. He hoped that his fear wasn't too obvious, and he tried to cover it up by questioning Arlo, voice soft, "We're allies with the Frostblowm now too, right?" He remembered the vanguard mentioning as much at the last meeting. Still, the shared alliance did nothing to calm the lion cub's nerves, unfortunately.

☆ — what of the meek, the mourning, and the merciful?