Powerplay of Vesper's presence pre-approved by Raze. C: If you do need anything changed Razedear, let me know and I will git on editing. ;_; <3 Otherwise, this thread is mandatory with a post-by date of 5 July! o:
Myrika is by Raze!
When the tawny-furred hybrid emerged into the D'Neville's gardens, fragrant with spring greenery, she saw Ithiel standing by Kaena. Lystra's smell was heavy in the air, but she was safely secured in the stables. As the redhead approached the firepit in the center of the gardens, she smiled at both Ithiel and her grandmother, though part of her still wanted to throttle both of them. She hadn't realized what Ezekiel was doing, no, but it was fairly obvious in hindsight, too. Vesper trailed after her, and both were quiet; they'd already exchanged words and banter as they needed. Now it was time to address the clan.
Myri stood for a moment before the stone bench, and put a hand out, touching it. It wasn't forbidden to touch or anything, but she'd never seen any reason to even approach them until now. The red-haired hybrid looked toward her grandmother and cousin, and then Vesper, and made a face, grinning uncertainly as if to say, here goes nothing. She tossed her head back and howled, the yipping and high call of a coyote, to summon the clan for the first time as its leader. And there it was -- all who heard the howl would find it strange that Myrika and not Vesper or Ezekiel called them to order, she thought. No turning back now -- not that there ever was any turning back.
Sparrow leaned against the rough cavern exterior as she was sewing together pets of the rabbits and squirrels she had trapped, finding peace in her work. She needed that now, more than anything in the world, peace. It seemed to evade her, though, and she soon became resigned that peace won't be handed to her by the world easily. Not after what she had been through, even. It made her a little upset as she came to this conclusion, but soon she calmed down by busying herself with the cloak that was due for the beginning of fall. She had caught the pelts necessary for the cloak that was meant for the dog's boy, and began the actual crafting of the coat for the silent youth.
She had barely started on the collar when she heard the call--her mind automatically went to the worse case scenario, that Inferni was being attacked by another Boreas straggler. But, she listened closely to the last few notes, and became a bit more relieved, though she remained slightly nervous; the howl was not warning of danger, but for a gathering, though the caller gave her confusion. Nonetheless, everyone was being summoned by Myrika for whatever reason, and she was not going to ignore her friend. The woman stuffed the pelts back into her den, having to crawl on all fours, grabbed her cloak and went off to the Mansion.
It was soon she made it to D'Neville where her sister, Ithiel, Myrika, and an elderly woman was already present. Sparrow glanced at Vesper's face, as if trying to get a hint of what was going on by her expression. But, it only lasted for a moment before she looked away and murmured a greeting to the four coyotes, and watched the gingermaned one curiously.
No one said that this would be easy
This is never easy.
She felt weird. Naked, feral. Valkyrie felt like her father for once. How he took to his four legged form. It was a bare feeling, and she wasn't sure that she liked it. She was going to bare with it though, just to see how much she could take. She was testing herself, testing her faith in herself. She was in a limbo of self reflection, to see who she really was. It was torturous to her. Her long tail flicked and her large ears fell back on her head as she put her nose to the ground and sniffed at the border. She could feel that something was different in the air, like instinct in a way, but she was not expecting a howl to come forth from the depths of Inferni to call forth the pack. Her hackles bristled, mostly in surprise of who was calling to the pack. She tilted her head and she followed the voice none the less.
Her birds came to her side only seconds later, and she sent them off with a point of her nose. The two owls flew off towards the meeting area in the gardens. They would arrive long before Valkyrie would. The coy-wolf woman swiftly moved on her dainty legs that were still, even in secui, long and gangly. She was a petite built, even in her 'strongest' of forms, the muscles beneath her orche and onyx pelt were built for speed, never strength. Her fighting skills reflected her appearance. She was no warrior. Merely a doll on a windowsill perhaps.
She cut through the south side of the gardens and approached slowly, and she lifted her gaze to her owls who perched on an archway. Hextor looked back at her with his bright eyes that matched her own before switching his gaze back to the congregation of coyotes. Valkyrie herself looked at the new leader and she cocked her head. She bowed her head slightly and she looked to Vesper, and then to Keana, and then on to Sparrow, someone she had not met. 'Ello. she spoke to the others before she took a seat and flickered her bright eyes curiously at her cousin who was now her new Aquila..
Emmanuelle tossed and turned, uncomfortable within the fur recesses of her bed. Even though it had been mere weeks her stomach had already begun to jut out and knowing what brewed inside her made her uncomfortable at night. Worse still, she hadn’t seen Angel since that day and she wasn’t sure how to tell him. At first she didn’t even know what to say, she denied it in her mind over and over again. How was it possible someone as innocent as she could have something like this happen? A tight frown pulled onto her muzzle at her sleepless thoughts, bi-colored eyes tightly closed to ward off the possibility of an early rise. Beside her, the lynx siblings slept soundly. Their bodies had grown and morphed and now it was a tight fit on her bed. Both of them were stretched out up the sides of the bed, and sandwiched in the middle was Emma and her.. unborn pups. With a start she shot up and panted heavily in her bedroom, suddenly aware of how warm and sunny it was. Time to get going.. She would have to tell Angel today.
The woman exited her bedroom after a few minutes of meticulous grooming, flowers and shells appropriately attached on small braids within her shock of bright blonde hair and she walked over to his room, rapping on the door nervously. Just as she went to call his name someone yipped out a command, and her ears perked in said direction. Myrika? Emmanuelle was confused, but relieved she wouldn’t have to face the dark man just yet. “ Angel? Myrika is calling. I need to talk to you.. “ She said before whirling away and in a quick manner going down the stairs and exiting the mansion. The sunshine girl wasn’t ready to face him yet and Myrika had given her the perfect excuse to be quick on her feet and leave before he saw her. The woman idly supposed she needed to speak to Myrika as well, didn’t women share these things? Then Emma remembered, Myri said she would help build her house! They would need to get on that before she was too big and popped.
The day was sunny and beautiful in Inferni territory and she smiled as she walked to the gardens, seeing Myri, Ves and Kaena standing there. A quick glance told her Sparrow was here as well and she chose to stand next to her, her whirlwind mind needing Sparrow’s calm disposition. “ Hello Myrika and Vesper. It’s nice to see you Kaena. “ She said brightly, waving her hand to the three women. She turned to Sparrow and smiled, a hand subconsciously coming to rest on her swelling abdomen, just visible. “ How are you Sparrow? Putting that knowledge to use I hope? “ The woman said, punctuating her words with a small chuckle. Who would have thought Emma of all people would have taught someone something. Imagine that!
The call startled him, because he had never heard Myrika call the clan before. But he knew why she was, he was no fool, he had kept his ears trained to the whispers within the pack. Things were changing in Inferni, and the dark Lykoi believed they were for the better.
Therefore, confidently, Helotes scooped his nearly three week old puppies into his arms and sent a smile in Zana's direction, and the family headed outside into the light of day. They made their way to the meeting area, and Helotes relinquished his children to their mother, before striding over to take his side next to Vesper. He nudged her gently, and gave her a grin and a wink, then his umber gaze drifted over to Myrika. Already the woman's demeanor had changed, and standing next to Kaena she seemed powerful and unmovable. And of course, not much to Helotes' surprise, Ezekiel and Enkiel were nowhere to be seen.
The large Hydra sent his gaze around those gathered, and watched as more and more arrived. He felt very proud to be part of this clan now, and he no longer felt that he had to tip toe around in the name of honor and respect. The future for all of them was bright.
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His recent trip into the city had proven fruitful after all his doubts about the concrete wasteland. He'd found a pair of metal weights, with removable metal rings at both ends to adjust the mass needed. With a small amount of cleaning they'd been ready for use immediately, but of course he hadn't done that immediately either. Angel had only returned on the back of Allez late into the night and therefore went to bed as soon as he'd re stabled the pale horse and undressed himself. That night the Catalan male had slept fairly well and risen early to work out using the pair of weights.
He stretched himself to rid the sleep, holding his muscled arms into the air. His six pack rippled as he lifted the weight in his non dominant arm, making it seem easy. Though he was careful to make sure his left was as strong as his right. The Catalan male had a lot of spare time on his hands after all.
A knock at the door surprised himself, making him look up towards the door and set down the weight. It was Emmanuelle. She smelled different of course, but Angel didn't notice it after all he'd never had any prior experience, save for with Amy. And he hadn't spent much time with her thankfully. By time he reached the door she'd scampered off to the sound of their new Aquila's voice. He'd heard about the switch from Ana and so the meeting was not unexpected.
He followed Emmanuelle to the crowd and stood beside her, keeping his eyes to the front. 'What?'
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When she arrived, she found that a number of other coyotes had already gathered. She was quick to spot Valkyrie—and Vesper and Myrika, too. She slid in next to her sister, noticing that she was also in her halfling form. Wraith wondered if it had something to do with the meeting with her mother, or even, the attack by the Boreas wolves. Now, her head was full of questions. She shifted anxiously. She just wanted to know what was going on.[html]
Her mind still whirled with thoughts, but Vesper was silent as she trailed beside and slightly behind the mahogany-haired woman. It was a strange progression, far different from the strolls she would have liked to take with her, but in her heart she knew this would work out. Her paw pads itched as they emerged into the gardens of the mansion, but she carried herself with the posture expected of a second-in-command. That, at least, had not changed.
Myrika touched the bench then gave Ves a look, one she returned with a sardonic grin softened around the edges, showing her support. And then the she-yote called, and the Centurion briefly considered joining her voice to hers to drive home the authority—but she would not. This would be her first summoning as Aquila, and she would not take that away from her. As much as she wanted to be at Myri’s side assisting her through everything, she understood the strength of independence and how dangerous it was to not be able to break free.
And speaking of that, one of the first Infernians coming into the D’Neville garden (besides the already-present Ithiel and Kaena) was her sister. She caught the questioning glance and could only offer Sparrow a hint of a smile to show that, while it could be argued that something was amiss, everything would be okay. She even began to step forward toward the gathering crowd, returning Helotes’ greeting nudge and inhaling the scent of his children and mate clinging lightly to his dusky pelt.
Then she circled around again, heading back toward the bench and taking her usual seat. Vesper’s pale blue eyes sought Myrika’s for a moment, and then she faced their clan.
The tiny woman had heard the call and had followed her mate silently to the normal meeting place. She could not help the strange thoughts that rolled back and forth within her mind. She had pledged her loyalties to Ezekiel so long ago.. now his scent and that of her own brother's was fading from the lands, this she did not take well to. Zana was silent though as Helotes handed her their young children, a generous armful, as he went to greet the others of the clan.
Zana turned her eyes towards Myrika, studying the woman quietly as she wondered just how the clan was going to change with the quiet Lykoi woman in charge. Her eyes shifted to Keana for a moment before looking to Vesper and slowly taking in the rest of the clan. She settled down finally near her mate and curled up around her children to hear the truth of why this meeting had been called, though the change of scents in the clan had already told the story loud and clear.
The whole affair had taken place in the course of a day, but there was no sign of the obvious. Max assumed Ezekiel’s absence was normal—he sometimes left for days, as it was, and he had healed since the war. It was likely this was the case. After all, Max himself had been wounded grievously in the last battle and his side bore the deep and terrible scar of such an attack. He had tried to keep his shifting to a minimum, but now it was easier and he held to the four legged form as was his preferred method of travel.
Myrika’s call was peculiar, not because she had done so, but because her tone was somehow different. Until he arrived, slipping through the back gate of the Mansion’s honeysuckle lined fence, he did not realize why. Ezekiel was not present, but was that unusual? His heart picked up a beat, and unsettled, he lingered towards the back of the group. What was going on?
lupus form, I don't know if we can assume Omni's already there or not, but I feel I have to have Sinatrai with him RAMBLE RAMBLE <.<
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Jacinto hadn't done too much that morning, nothing much different than the customary everyday routines. His mind often pulled itself to his lover, but nothing seemed to happen but brief meetings and soft words of their bond. It worried the tawny hybrid in a way. Were they slowly falling apart? But his duties were great, becoming more on edge with the attacks that had been forced on the clan's foundation. Maybe clan objectives were outweighing the more personal aspects of life. He hoped it was only that. But the time spent with his growing son was becoming more cherished, more valid in uses of life. He had taken Sinatrai on hunts, shown the boy the works of the world and educated him in the sufficiency of survival tactics. Which was rewarding, the Lykoi had done something right. For once he felt he had a purpose other than falling a deer or a few squirrels and rabbits. He was a father.
Sinatrai had asked for a walk that morning, and a walk they had. Both on four legs, they had taken the marked trails in friendly chit-chat and in close feelings. It was great for the coy-mutt to have interactions such as these. It made his mind spin to think, that just a while ago Omni had found him all bloody in the woods and barely able to speak. Now--Sina had grown a bit taller, his body filling out with the right muscles, turning out to be the perfect coyote-child Cinto could imagine. The guitarist was just do delighted, anxious at the same time. Soon, maybe in a few months time Sinatrai would shift and become a man. Go off on his own route, and the Lykoi descendant would have to rely on himself for everything, not needed by his son at all.
The tan-furred hybrid had often wondered what was still out there with Omni. Since her battering and every other turmoil, he still found himself wanting successors to go after him. Coyote children, kids he could teach and care for. Children that would carry his bloodline on for a long time. Sina carried the name, bestowed upon by himself....But blood....Blood was what mattered over anything. With Omni hurt, and the emotional caboose that followed...How could that be accomplished? He was in his fifth year of life, and being too infirm was not what the sandy male envisioned for the rest of his life.
That morning he had slipped out of the Mansion, not alone though. Sinatrai had followed behind, just for the sake of company. The males were both quiet, not much conversation to pass between them both. The stories of the Boreas wolves were getting old, along with the tales of the scars upon his legs and body from the stray intruder he had fought off with Sparrow. For once it seemed things had settled down, given themselves a pace in which they could function smoother. As they stalked a brown rabbit; Sinatrai just a fraction clumsier than his father, a song cut through the air. It summoned them forth, partly commanding in sound. It didn't sound like Ezekiel at all...Or Vesper in that matter. What event was to take place? Was there more attackers prowling inside the borders of the clan? Raising his eyebrows, the coyote nodded to Sina who followed towards the sound. And there they were, in a meeting place of the Legatus coyotes. He noticed Vesper, Ithiel, Myrika and Kaena. He flashed a small smile to his grandmother as he slipped by, seating himself nearby with Sina as they watched what was to happen. Zeke was nowhere to be seen, which brought more confusion to his mind. But Myrika...It seemed to involve the Tears woman in a way. Here musician gave a nod in her direction, it was right to call her friend. But what was to unfold? He started to wonder, then Sina sat himself down beside his father...
Now that the war with the Boreas was over, she had acquired several new things and one of them was a horse. She had yet to name the angry beast; she was too busy trying to get the creature to like her. The chestnut mare seemed to have belonged to the first Boreas warrior she fought and it remembered the dagger she'd thrown at it, not to mention the chasing its former master had ordered it to do. In some part of its mind it still considered her an enemy, although she thought its opinion was slowly changing. It no longer showed her the whites of its eyes and pawed at the ground when she came near. The orange coyote hadn't dared ride her yet, but it was now safe to lead her. Bribing the horse with food had helped quite a bit.
Alma had been in the stables, feeding her horse an apple when she heard the call. She found it curious that it was Myrika's voice calling for the clan to gather, and worried briefly that more of the Boreas had emerged from some other camp and come to attack them. The only thing that settled the coyote's fears was the tone; it hadn't been an urgent call of someone in pain or a warning of an attack. The rust female stayed her curiosity until the horse had finished eating, then gave her a quick rub on the nose before joining the rest of her clanmates.
Despite the stables closeness to the meeting grounds, it seemed everyone else had arrived there before her. Unlike some of the previous meetings, she actually recognized some of her clanmates in more than just a passing knowledge. She knew Myrika because she had helped her build the archery stands, and had taught her about horses. She spotted Ithiel standing near the tall women who had called the clan to gather, and gave him a toothy grin. She saw Emmanuelle and a dark male beside her, but didn't connect the two together because she had not come in time to hear his question. Then there was Vesper and Valkyrie, the latter she had been acquainted with more recently. She gave them a nod in recognition.
The small woman she once considered an enemy - Zana - had puppies with her. She felt briefly envious. As her gaze passed over the rest of the clan, she realized that Ezekiel wasn't here, nor was Enkiel. Curious. Now her eyes flicked back to Myrika, then to Vesper. They had to have some explanation.
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I forgot how awesome Inferni is with replying to mandatories quickly. o_o
Ithiel is by me!
The smoke-furred hybrid stood beside his grandmother, not far from Myrika and Vesper. Though he looked toward both of them, his eyes wandered to gaze at the incoming Infernians. He nodded toward those he recognized, gazed thoughtfully toward those he did not, and otherwise remained silent. His eyes lingered on Alma as she entered, and he offered her a smile and a nod.
His dark-furred cousin slid into the meeting area and sidled up beside him, whispering to Kaena about what was happening. The old woman remained steadfast in her silence about the events that had taken place, and only told Sepirah to wait. The scarred canine soon tugged on Ithiel's arm and asked him to guide her to a seat; the dust-furred hybrid obliged, bringing her a bit closer to the chairs and settling her down to the ground. He stood again thereafter, though he remained hovering over the old hybrid's shoulder.
Though Ithiel knew what had occurred, the dingy-furred hybrid saw confusion on many faces. He glanced toward Myrika, who was waiting for the rest to arrive. She did not seem particularly anxious to Ithiel, but he supposed it was there, all the same. Ithiel had guessed -- not entirely on his own -- what Ezekiel planned for her. It was the old woman who'd figured more of it than him, though Ithiel had provided some of the puzzle's pieces. Were it not for Kaena, Ithiel certainly wouldn't have known. Zeke hadn't said anything to his half-brother -- which did not surprise or hurt Ithiel. Though they shared a father, their connection otherwise was thin.
(370) If you still have yet to post, please do! I assumed everyone showed up before Myri spoke, if that's okay. :3 PM me if not, and you'd prefer for your character to be admonished for being late. If you've already replied, no need to do so twice unless your character has something to say or you want to or whatever.
Some addressed her calmly; others remained silent and sullen; still others seemed confused. Her pale eyes roved over them as they arrived, and she nodded her greetings but remained silent until all assembled. Her eyes lingered on her grandmother and her cousin, both stone-faced. Though Kaena's face was still for her scar tissue, Ithiel simply bore his typical dead neutral expression: that look of calm readiness she so envied and so tried to emulate now, standing before the assembled coyotes. She took a breath and smiled at them all, beaming her best at them though her insides were roiling with anxiety.
It's good to see everyone, she began, looking over them once again. She lingered on a face here and there, all those she recognized -- as she had encountered each of them and none was a complete stranger to the redhead, she looked at each of them in turn as she spoke; once she'd cycled through, she began again at random, looking from one face to the other. Ezekiel is gone. He's left. I don't know why, unfortunately, she said, holding up her hands in a gesture of appeasement. We can assume anything, but we don't know the truth of just why. She wished to set this to rights now, above all: rumors would fly and she could not combat those, but with the tale told from her muzzle, there was at least a chance of stanching the flow.
He has left me in his place as Aquila. Vesper is still my subleader. There will probably be other changes, too, but for right now, that's all that's certain. The hybrid drew a breath and smiled again, her eyes still level with the faces of Inferni. She would not look down -- she could not look down, though the compulsion was there, strong and tugging her muzzle downward. She fought it valiantly and remained still of face, her nose kept in the relaxed position of one comfortable with her authority. She glanced to Vesper first, eyes lingering on the gray-smudged subleader first, then to the rest of the clan. Now it was their turn to speak, if they had anything to say.
Others assembled and she shot the ones she knew bright smiles, every sunny despite the nervous feeling brewing in her stomach. It increased as the scent of Angel flooded the area and as he strode up beside her she flinched visibly, once again when he spoke. The young woman imagined a gruff tone and her smile dissipated, replaced with a tight frown and her forehead creased in a concerned manner. What if this wasn't the proper place to tell him? Following all of her body language her tail began twitching and she almost shrunk away from him, not daring to make eye contact. " I'm pregnant.. They are yours." Emma whispered loud enough for only him to hear, glancing at the dakr male quickly before forcing her eyes to look elsewhere. The feeling of dread had replaced the nervousness in her stomach and in the space of the few minutes of silence she imagined so many different reactions from him, but she still had yet to see which one he would exhibit.
Thankfully the arrival of the rest of their clan mates, save for a few faces arrived and she straightened up again forcing a smile on her face. One everyone was there Myrika spoke, and her speech shocked the younger woman for a moment, the emotion evident on her face. However, it passed quickly and she beamed at her new Aquila. Emma waited a good minute or so and looked around before speaking, making sure she wasn't cutting anybody off. " He will be missed.. However, congratulations Myrika. I am honored to follow you in your new position of Inferni's Aquila. " She spoke softly, focused on the ginger features of the tall coyote. To counter her soft words however, a toothy grin slid over her features. In the back of her mind she too wondered why Vesper hadn't taken his place, was that not the nature of her position?
However, she doubted that Vesper would mind a terrible amount. Myrika would fit in well. Her tail began wagging gently, one ear flicked back to hear Angels reply, if he did reply. Emma was new to this, and had no idea what to expect from him. Time would tell.
Angel is being sexist, ignore him XD also quite short
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He waited near Emmanuelle. Eager to hear what she had to say, but even so, still a little pissed she tried to run off without him. But for now he listened to the news of Ezekiel's departure. It sadden him somewhat, the yellow male had been a good, strong leader. Just what Inferni had needed in the face of adversity and war. He was worried though, he'd not heard much of this woman before and least of all not in the attacks. Could she, a woman, really lend Inferni through wars? Through packs of fierce wolves? He highly doubted it and he felt somewhat worried for the lands. As much as he respected the woman, after their trip in trade for horses, there was still doubt in his mind. 'Felicitats, el meu Aquila. May you reign with ease' he said, bowing his head respectfully, before turning to Emmanuelle.
Her words took a moment for him to decipher, he gazed at her with fury in his crystal blue eyes. 'Estàs fotudament fent broma?!' he hissed, shaking his head. Not again...' he though, 'I can't do this again and with that he stormed away, quietly mind you. As he had no desire to make a statement and ruin everyone's day. He headed to his room and sat down on his bed. Ana was out, thank God. He couldn't deal with this. Angel reached for the wine bottle and began to pray.
OOC: Terribly sorry for the delay. I've been pretty busy with job fairs/applications/interviews as well as moving. Right now I've found some time to post but have no internet for the time being so I'm using my phone. >_<
Sascha heard the call though it was not the voice he had recognized nor expected, causing his head to tilt ever so slightly with confusion. Nonetheless, he readied himself and made sure the osprey was okay for him to be on his own for the time being. With his raggedy green pants on he grabbed his usual belongings and headed out, stopping by Cotl's room to accompany him. The meeting wasn't far so neither of them brought their companions with them. Maschine and Blitzen would be just fine in the stable since they would only be gathering at the garden. Blowing raspberries, he walked with his father to where they were ordered to be.
It only took minutes to get there but Sascha kept to himself for the time being while Cotl went wherever he pleased. For some odd reason he didn't quite mingle with anyone he knew well enough yet and instead watched. The meeting soon began and as he was listening he spotted Val and quietly made his way to her. He was surprised to see her in a different form than her usual and he tilted his head with confusion as he planted himself next to her. That was when he heard the news about the change. Everyone said what they wanted about this situation but because Sascha couldn't speak he would have to write what he would say and show it to everyone there. No worries though, he didn't know what to say about it anyway. Not that he was cold hearted or anything. He just didn't know the now previous leader that well, something he would have to change. He would make an effort to get to know his new leader even if it meant stepping far out of his comfort zone. He glanced up at her and nodded since he couldn't verbally express his respect to her. Whether she saw it or not was fine with him. He was sure he would have plenty of opportunities to interact with her.
(--) No prob Sara, glad you were able to post! :3 Gonna close this up shortly -- if you wanted to post again, please do! O:
Myrika is by me!
Some amongst the clan seemed ill at ease -- Myrika tried not to allow her gaze to linger on those and hoped it was some other matter causing them discomfort. Though Emma was amongst those who seemed discomforted, the blonde-haired coyote spoke her piece, supporting Myrika as Aquila. This reassured the redhead, though she couldn't help her nervousness, when Ángel spoke congratulations as well -- only to angrily speak to Emmanuelle and depart from the gathering. She watched him go, hoping she concealed her anxiety, and smiled instead toward Sascha, who only nodded his support. Still, it was something, after the way Ángel had departed from them.
If anyone has questions, ask away. If you think of something later, most of you know where I live. For those who don't -- out to the west, in the Great Village's schoolhouse. Any of you are welcome at any time, day or night. She smiled again, and hoped this wouldn't result in someone waking her with the dawn. I won't hold you any longer, she said. If that's all? she questioned her coyotes, turquoise eyes again moving from one face to the next. They lingered near Ithiel, who'd tossed his support earlier. He was not the type to speak at length in public, though a little bit of a word from him might have helped her feel more at ease, at least.
