[ooc] -- i thought you'd be there.
Whoo.
holding daisies, counting stars. -- [bic]
Cercelee stood at attention and listened dutifully to her friend. Cer understood the formality of these gatherings, but the feeling was weird, for all of them she assumed. Before they had just been a group of somewhat friends, sticking together, and now a pack? Yes they had waited for this and wished about it, and now why did it feel weird? Perhaps because she was sitting near to Colibri, facing the others. Of course, her rank was no surprise. Colibri would need someone to pick up the slack and forming a pack had been collaborated between the two of them before the others appeared on the scene, but she still in the past few weeks had not imagined alpha, or rather Rosea.
Was she up to it? Cercelee knew well enough that she could do whatever it took to fulfill her role, but did she want to? Looking at Slay and Hanna she knew that she didn’t want either of them looking up to her, unless there was a real need for her to take charge. Perhaps for the most part they could ignore the ranks unless the occasion called for it. Greeting newcomers, pack meetings, in there should be a problem between the members, but otherwise, why not treat everyone like before? Also the slip of letters had not gone over Cercelee’s head. Ceres. That was not her name, not even close, yet it had almost fallen from Colibri’s lips. The younger female had given no indication that it bothered her, or even that she had heard, but she wondered if Colibri wished to be ruling along side her dead friend.
Navy eyes moved towards Colibri as she finished her speech and without excusing herself left the three of them sitting there. (Why hadn’t Mew responded?) Colibri hadn’t even answered Hanna’s question, but she assumed that the older female was tired or that she had to mull this change over by herself a while. Shrugging to the others she smiled, waving her tail gently behind her as she stood to stretch out her limbs after all the formality. Slay and Hanna both seemed enthusiastic enough to stick with this, Mew had too, so Cercelee wasn’t too worried about the female’s lack of appearance, there was still time.
You have knowledge of herbs Hanna? Cercelee asked this question with real curiosity, as for in the past year and four months that she had been alive, she hadn’t really learned any specialized skills. Turning to Slay, she smiled brightly at him as well.
What about you Slay? Any particular job you think you’d liket? Of course you don’t need to pick now, it’s not like we have a horde of members vying for any of our ranks. Cer let out a soft, merry laugh, although in truth, she wished more would join them.
