DEATH IS THE MESSAGE, NOT THE BEGINNING // returning ardent

[Kold]

WHEN I LOOK IN THE MIRROR,
KNOW WHAT I SEE?
THE ANIMAL IN ME!

"Jesus, Vale. What the fuck did you do this time?" Her harsh voice cut through the air as she walked past pittians who had gathered around, as she saw it, the clown couple. She hated Olalla. But Vale she tolerated to an extent. But as she approached the duo she could feel her anger spike at the words spoken. Ardent? Ardent? "Whoever let you lead years ago was fucking senile, Vale, I'm going to be honest." She glanced to Aegon, but quickly redirected her attention to the two.

And yet, after two years, it wasn't like she could say anything now. She was dead for that time. But she saw the looks on the Pittians' faces as she wandered the plaza. They had been struggling for a while, it seemed. And as much as she hated Olalla, he was doing a good job in getting them back into power. It was more than what she could say for Vale's leadership, even though she only knew vey lead for a while before leaving, as per words of a few upset pittians she talked to.

Her eyelid twitched as Vale offered the current Ardent something, as well as threatened him, and she let a quiet growl leave her jaws. "I suppose it's all up to our pretty little thing of an Ardent to decide." If they both worked together, who knew what The Pitt could achieve. Hell! Maybe she'd actually step past Marauder rank, unlike how it was when Gael ran the place.

— Reggan