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Cwmfen offered Firefly a light smile. She knew that the other female with the golden toned fur would be reluctant to commit herself to any sort of activity because of the burden she bore within her womb, and she could imagine her own frustration with such a burden, though it may be fore different reasons. But the black fae did not share her packmate’s eagerness to leave. To the contrary, while the female was an introverted creature who did not enjoy social gatherings, the warrior enjoyed the company of the three wolves in whose company she was sharing. All three wolves had been hospitable, and she had had no reason to loath being in their presence. And, aside from Firefly, these females were quiet creatures. But that was not to say that the black fae disliked the golden female. There was just something that the female approved of, and it was not necessarily her volatile demeanor and, though she had only heard rumors, actions. But the remark of the golden fae did not display discipline, which Cwmfen believed was necessary. It was almost disrespectful to the white Rosea, and thus the black fae did not approve. Yet, she remained silent, for, at least for now, the Firefly was still considered her superior.
Cercelee spoke of a balance, to aid in the leaders’ power of decision. The woad warrior nodded silently and considered each of the wolves once more. The black fae already thought of Firefly as angry and unstable, but the golden Acer was not without reason. And her relationship to Haku would allow her insight to the Lilium’s reasoning. However, the warrior did not think that the priestess would allow herself to be swayed by the views of others, including her mate. It was that one thing of which the warrior was certain: that Firefly would stick to her beliefs. Mew was more quiet, perhaps more so than herself. But she was eager to help, as she had demonstrated when the black fae visited the other’s house. The white fae had kindness and compassion, an instinctive need to nurture the pack. She would provide for more rational thought, the female decided. And yet, the black fae felt that she should know these two females better, and if she were to work with them, it would be appropriate to do so.
But what of herself?
“I have yet to conquer my social inabilities,” the alto melody admitted aloud. The white eyes flickered with a smile as a timidity arose within her. She looked first to Firefly, then, finally, to Mew. “As a practitioner of the arts of war,” the female began, speaking as if her profession were some strange religion, “I can see and consider the many sides of things before deciding which may be the best course.” The warrior provided no absolutes in her statements, for she knew that all things were not constant, save for Death. Moreover, though she did not say it, the female believed that her different social ethics would provide for a different approach to many matters, whatever they may be. Yet, this though she felt was unnecessary, as it would simply be redundant. And she trusted that the other two females were just as intelligent as she.
Cwmfen offered Firefly a light smile. She knew that the other female with the golden toned fur would be reluctant to commit herself to any sort of activity because of the burden she bore within her womb, and she could imagine her own frustration with such a burden, though it may be fore different reasons. But the black fae did not share her packmate’s eagerness to leave. To the contrary, while the female was an introverted creature who did not enjoy social gatherings, the warrior enjoyed the company of the three wolves in whose company she was sharing. All three wolves had been hospitable, and she had had no reason to loath being in their presence. And, aside from Firefly, these females were quiet creatures. But that was not to say that the black fae disliked the golden female. There was just something that the female approved of, and it was not necessarily her volatile demeanor and, though she had only heard rumors, actions. But the remark of the golden fae did not display discipline, which Cwmfen believed was necessary. It was almost disrespectful to the white Rosea, and thus the black fae did not approve. Yet, she remained silent, for, at least for now, the Firefly was still considered her superior.
Cercelee spoke of a balance, to aid in the leaders’ power of decision. The woad warrior nodded silently and considered each of the wolves once more. The black fae already thought of Firefly as angry and unstable, but the golden Acer was not without reason. And her relationship to Haku would allow her insight to the Lilium’s reasoning. However, the warrior did not think that the priestess would allow herself to be swayed by the views of others, including her mate. It was that one thing of which the warrior was certain: that Firefly would stick to her beliefs. Mew was more quiet, perhaps more so than herself. But she was eager to help, as she had demonstrated when the black fae visited the other’s house. The white fae had kindness and compassion, an instinctive need to nurture the pack. She would provide for more rational thought, the female decided. And yet, the black fae felt that she should know these two females better, and if she were to work with them, it would be appropriate to do so.
But what of herself?
“I have yet to conquer my social inabilities,” the alto melody admitted aloud. The white eyes flickered with a smile as a timidity arose within her. She looked first to Firefly, then, finally, to Mew. “As a practitioner of the arts of war,” the female began, speaking as if her profession were some strange religion, “I can see and consider the many sides of things before deciding which may be the best course.” The warrior provided no absolutes in her statements, for she knew that all things were not constant, save for Death. Moreover, though she did not say it, the female believed that her different social ethics would provide for a different approach to many matters, whatever they may be. Yet, this though she felt was unnecessary, as it would simply be redundant. And she trusted that the other two females were just as intelligent as she.