The First Action

Ralla · 10-05-2011, 07:41 PM

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Sorry for the lateness everyone ^^" Although I sort of end the meeting in this post, please feel free to get in your last posts! If anyone wanted to approach Ralla previously, just send me a PM and we can inference it somewhere Tongue

As usual, Ayasha's questions and forthrightness were on top of their game, but these questions had no simple answers or solutions. "Of course we do, Ayasha," Ralla said. "But it's easier said than done. There are Guardians keeping them, and trying to free them is immediately treason--punishable in any way that Maska sees fit if he catches us. No, let us figure that one out, sweetheart." And by 'us' she meant herself and whoever else she could find on the inside--perhaps even Dawali. That was her final word to her daughter concerning such a risk, since she was already taking one with the message. Ayasha continued with a report, all of which Ralla filed away for later use, and nodded in appreciation to J'adore for his consideration to the white girl. Having some sort of melee experience eased Ralla's mind to Ayasha's capabilities, which would be needed in the coming future. As to Shiloh and Saxif, she had heard of the atrocities committed against them by the Galonv Adagatiyas, furthering her hatred for them. Yes, her hatred--an emotion she'd never thought she'd bear for another being. But perhaps that hatred was tempered by pity for their souls, which would be judged by the moon and Great Spirit when they passed on... "Send it to Vigilante Haskel, King of Cour des Miracles," Ralla said while enunciating so that Ayasha might not misspell the King's name. He had seemed a very honorable king when she had met him for that business with Shiloh's assaulter, and she trusted him to sort his pack accordingly. "Aquatseli tsulitsvyasdi ageyutsa," Ralla said with pride as she stroked Ayasha's head again.

It was then that Luna spoke, bringing up some interesting subjects that piqued Ralla's interest greatly. "A ghost?" Such an occurrence was rare and special, to harbor the spirit of those who passed, and sometimes frightful in other situations. But Luna did not seem troubled by it, and by bringing it up so publicly meant that she had some sort of agreement with it that it might indeed be of use. Espionage perhaps? Well, Ralla would ask first before she demanded anything of this spirit, since it was likely wiser than she in its spectral knowledge. "Yes, if she agrees, she could help us a lot. I ask her with grace as well," the white woman said with formality, meaning to appease the ghost. Perhaps it would surprise Luna that Ralla accepted the being of spirits and ghosts so simply, but Ralla was a very spiritual wolf and had seen much during her visions and interactions with nature--what reason did she (or anyone who had a spirit guide) have to doubt such claims? "In consideration to poisons...I would still like to refrain from fatality for as long as we can. Perhaps, if you could, sleeping droughts? It would be helpful, those, if we were to try and free the prisoners. Thank you, Luna."

Looking around, Ralla stared at the faces of her family and those who were fighting for their freedom. Above, Nootau did the same before flitting down to rest on Ralla's shoulder, his feathers warm despite the lack of life within his body. Sometimes Ralla forgot how small the barn owl was, to fit so snugly against her neck and head, but his weight there was a comfort in these troubling times, as was her daughter's warmth at her side, and the knowledge that her youngest ones would never need to understand this pain. When it was all over, they would come home. "If that is all everyone, I bid you goodnight. I appreciate everyone's efforts, and hope that we can soon be free of this." It was, in all consideration, a fairly short meeting, but Ralla had things to mull over now, and perhaps present to Dawali, and such a meeting should not be dragged on longer than it had to be, since this only presented more danger of discovery.

They were all walking on a tightrope too high to jump from.

Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.

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