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Before Cwmfen had taken even two steps the Solum Firefly had appeared. The woad marked warrior paused, her head lifting slightly as her woad bound maw followed the trail of that familiar scent. Only then did she turn back, hearing Firefly’s called words and seeing the white Rosea follow after her. And then the warrior was moving as well, following Haku with only a spear’s length between them. The black fae anticipated trouble; she knew how Svara and Firefly felt about each other. With Svara’s foolish actions and the surely hot emotions felt by the triumvirate’s response to her indiscretion, Cwmfen did not doubt that Firefly would would be moved to some sort of action when Cercelee caught up with her. Briefly, the woad marked woman wondered at the things that the golden woman had carried; Svara’s things were being delivered and yet Cercelee had discarded them. It was insubordination to say the least. But this was not the warrior’s main concern; although she did not doubt the strength and aggression that surely lay within the white leader, the warrior did not want to see her get hurt.
To her surprise, it was Cercelee who struck first. There was a certain amount of satisfaction that ran through the woman like an electric current. It was not because she was watching Cercelee attack Firefly. The satisfaction originated from the simple excitement of watching two creatures fight; the woad warrior could not deny that the impact within the air about them was invigorating. The warrior realized that it had been a long time indeed since she had seen such a thing; the fights that had been experienced by her had directly involved her. While each battle that the woman had fought had created that same electrical excitement, making her almost giddy, it was quite different to watch two creatures fight one another. The Warrior urged the white Rosea to attack again, but the Adonis warned the Solum to be still. It was an inner conflict that the warrior felt often these days, especially while she had been rendered idle by her wounds.
The female released her own snarl, a quiet sound that did not imply that the woman would join the conflict that was unfolding before her unless her presence was needed. There was no doubt in her mind that Cercelee could handle herself. The white orbs slid over, her attention captivated for a moment by the slight movement of the blue-eyed Lilium. He had placed himself between the leader of Dahlia and the one that was being banished. For a moment, the warrior became tense, feeling that such a thing, while not without honor, was disrespectful to the Rosea. But perhaps those who did not follow the warrior’s path did not think that way; with that thought the tension moved away. And the warrior knew that there was a personal conflict between Haku and Firefly that the latter would feel more keenly than the former. The warrior relaxed, her snarl retracted. She knew that if there were to be an attack, the fight would be given to one of her superiors. Above her, the pied Raven crawed as if in mockery to the Solum.
500+
Before Cwmfen had taken even two steps the Solum Firefly had appeared. The woad marked warrior paused, her head lifting slightly as her woad bound maw followed the trail of that familiar scent. Only then did she turn back, hearing Firefly’s called words and seeing the white Rosea follow after her. And then the warrior was moving as well, following Haku with only a spear’s length between them. The black fae anticipated trouble; she knew how Svara and Firefly felt about each other. With Svara’s foolish actions and the surely hot emotions felt by the triumvirate’s response to her indiscretion, Cwmfen did not doubt that Firefly would would be moved to some sort of action when Cercelee caught up with her. Briefly, the woad marked woman wondered at the things that the golden woman had carried; Svara’s things were being delivered and yet Cercelee had discarded them. It was insubordination to say the least. But this was not the warrior’s main concern; although she did not doubt the strength and aggression that surely lay within the white leader, the warrior did not want to see her get hurt.
To her surprise, it was Cercelee who struck first. There was a certain amount of satisfaction that ran through the woman like an electric current. It was not because she was watching Cercelee attack Firefly. The satisfaction originated from the simple excitement of watching two creatures fight; the woad warrior could not deny that the impact within the air about them was invigorating. The warrior realized that it had been a long time indeed since she had seen such a thing; the fights that had been experienced by her had directly involved her. While each battle that the woman had fought had created that same electrical excitement, making her almost giddy, it was quite different to watch two creatures fight one another. The Warrior urged the white Rosea to attack again, but the Adonis warned the Solum to be still. It was an inner conflict that the warrior felt often these days, especially while she had been rendered idle by her wounds.
The female released her own snarl, a quiet sound that did not imply that the woman would join the conflict that was unfolding before her unless her presence was needed. There was no doubt in her mind that Cercelee could handle herself. The white orbs slid over, her attention captivated for a moment by the slight movement of the blue-eyed Lilium. He had placed himself between the leader of Dahlia and the one that was being banished. For a moment, the warrior became tense, feeling that such a thing, while not without honor, was disrespectful to the Rosea. But perhaps those who did not follow the warrior’s path did not think that way; with that thought the tension moved away. And the warrior knew that there was a personal conflict between Haku and Firefly that the latter would feel more keenly than the former. The warrior relaxed, her snarl retracted. She knew that if there were to be an attack, the fight would be given to one of her superiors. Above her, the pied Raven crawed as if in mockery to the Solum.