BAREN LANDS | open, reemergence

[pere ⦸]

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[td]LETS FIGHT, WITHOUT ANY FEAR
It would be a lie if she said that she knew what she was doing. The commotion of a great tall beast with a rather unsettling countenance and her new groupmates was enough to rouse the lantern-bearer from her small roost in the library. Her steps closer to the gathering of mismatched faces and a pool of names led her to almost miss the scent of volatile emotions on the air. She could pick up on so many different scents that for a moment, she lost herself in trying to pick them apart. Anger, anguish, despair, frustration. There were too many scents souring the air and causing her head to spin.

The lilac point molly shook her head and began to walk towards the gathering of faces again, the small bells and ribbons around her ear making soft tinking sounds, announcing her quiet presence better than she could. She didn't have names for the faces here aside from Atticus, at least, none that stuck. Stepping towards the gray tabby's side, towards the familiar face and perhaps the second most visibly angry person there, she took a deep breath. She had seen the Luminary fall, and hearing all this talk about being special... there were a few clues for her to pick at maybe but she didn't know the whole story. She was worried for the unconscious form that had crumpled after such a struggle to announce the things he had.

Coming to a slow stop at Atticus' side, Pere would lift her gaze to Corrupttimelines' massive body and swallowed. "I know that I'm new here and things are really tense but Sir Dragon, might I suggest that you let things cool down first? Maybe wait until our Luminary is conscious and able to handle this ... tension? If he's as special as you claim, I know that you might be worried but he is in a delicate state and anything that might disturb his recovery would be dangerous to introduce to him. I'm sure you can understand. Why don't you find a home or if you had one, maybe return there for the time being Sir? We're all very wound up and stressed right now, please. When Aesior is better, you can see him, I'm sure.", she would speak up as loud as she dared, well aware that other voices could speak over her own.

Gaze catching the body of Corrupted Flower, she would tip her head. The son of the Luminary and someone who said he was special to him, yet both of their names started with something related to "Corrupt". How strange. Lowering her head slightly as her ears flicked and leaned back, mulling over the younger male's words. Her gaze flicked to Seven as their stand-in Lumianry and Shadow Reaper spoke, ears standing up. It was true that the big dragon hadn't been present, and it seemed like there was some history there, but she bit her tongue to keep from speaking again. It really wasn't her place and she would prefer to not make enemies with her new groupmates, but she couldn't help but to feel sympathetic in a way. He was a stranger to their situation like she was, though he was no stranger to the group.  [/td][/tr][/table]

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