⛥ drop of rum on my tongue with a warning ⛥
The sound of voices had stirred her. She couldn't place them at first, head buzzing with sleep. Staggering from wherever she'd taken her nap, the scent of the Pitt reached her, causing the fur along her spine to lift. Pace picking up, the dilute callie charged along until the voices became clear. She stood quietly in the background as the others spoke, her ears swiveling back. The reek of the Pitt clung to him, a scent she would never forget, or that of the Coalition's. Jormungand. The one who had ripped her to ribbons. As the talking went on, a furious growl slipped from the Celt, "Ye say ye left them. Ye lost a ... lover, and whatever else there, but what is the reason behind it all?", she began, pacing forward from the back of the group so she could be seen.
Taking a short inhale of breath, "How do we know ye won't tuck tail. People change over time. Hearts change over time. We can't trust someone who flip-flops. We smell a rat, amd we will eat that goddamn rat.", she didn't need to clarify on who she spoke of. Let them all assume, she knew who it was. Turning her gaze to the Cipher siblings, the Celt moved backwards to Atbash's side, attempting to touch her nose to her shoulder, she would always stand with Atbash, and Arrow. She hadn't interacted with the Luminary often but she knew the heavy burden that leading brought with it, and she knew that the other acted in different ways befitting of her rank. If something hurt the other woman, it was easy to tell that she wouldn't let it affect her. She knew a few people who were like that, but she'd seen enough of Arrow and heard talk of her, that she respected her, greatly. Arrow wasn't indecisive, whatever choices she made were weighed and considered. She knew what she was doing.
Gaze flicking up to Arrow, remembering her welcome back. Remembering the pain of Jormungand digging into her back and belly. Jaws gritting as she stood there, "We do not trust a desert snake. If we are given more reason to not trust hatchlings, we will take our action. The one who treads carefully survives the poisoning. But one shouldn't walk alone, breaks are necessary in long travels." she would murmur. Others may be upset, but she knew her stance on anyone from that damn desert group. Blinking once to Arrow and Xibalba, returning her attention to Atbash. She had spoken, she would show her own reactions along the way. It might not be fair to others but life was never a fair thing, and she knew that painfully well.
MERLIN GWYNNE
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