I Call to the Young

Alyssum de Fonte · 05-30-2012, 10:44 PM

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Alyssum had been out hunting when the call came for the meeting, her game bag filled with woodland squirrels and various birds. She was about the shoot a rather nice dove when the Sole’s howl echoed through the trees, disturbing the bird and making it flutter off with a cry. She frowned, knowing that it was a good piece of meat lost, but it did not bother her as much as to why Jazper was calling for a meeting. She was soon at the Fort in good time, and, having stashed the bag in a tree with Macbeth under watch to make sure no creature got to it, walked into the Great Hall, mingling in with some familiar faces and new ones she had yet to meet.

The woman thought about chatting when the Scottish male began to speak, and looked attentively ahead as she listened to his speech. She smiled at his words, finding them to be pleasant to hear, if not a little odd; she had not yet heard about the local fox, but found the idea endearing, and nonetheless exciting that knowledge was being passed on not to a wolf, but to a different species. It was rather impressive, and followed Jazper’s gaze to the small vixen that stood near Haley, feeling joy for Cadmeia, and wondered as an afterthought whom would be the girl’s mentor.

Curiously, she watched as the fox walked forward, and again felt trumped by her courage, unsure if she could have done the same if she was in her place despite her brash nature. An encouraging and friendly expression overcame her face in case she would look her way, even if for a mere second, for some form of support. Alyssum waited rather impatiently as Cadmeia made her way to the front and stood in front of Jazper, anxious to hear who would teach her.

Code by the Mentors; photo courtesy to Olli38

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