it's about time | meeting 3/24

[merlin]

⛥ there's talk going 'round this town ⛥

It was strange, coming back from the dead, truth be told. Though in her case, her death had been a lot more peaceful than anybody else's. When she'd been separated from Atbash and Vignere, the storm had nearly killed her with its fury and onslaught on a still-recovering small body. After that, she'd come across a band of Knights where she had fit in up until the day that she'd known her body would die. She'd said her goodbyes and left the group and another person that she loved, behind.

Death was never easy. For her, it had come from the surface healed injuries, where infection had reached to her bones and made every moment a twisted living agony. By the time death had found her, she'd been paralyzed from the pain in a small overhang of rock. Death had come slow then but at least death had given her peace. That was until she'd opened her eyes in this body, in the body of a multi-colored lioness. That had been a surprise but yet one she appreciated. She hadn't been ready to die when the calico body had died. She had things to do and places to see.

The fae were never dying, that much she remembered from her studies. The pure bloods were a different game altogether, they never died and rarely did they change bodies to keep up with their souls. The non royal blooded fae or non pure blooded, they all suffered through death at some point, they were just thought to never die. She could say that they died just as any mortal, for she had gone through it.

Sitting within the tavern's walls once again, her eyes roaming the facility as she listened to firefly, nodding to the komodo dragon at the front when her own name was called. "S'good to be back with all of your ugly mugs!", she called out warmly and affectioantely in response. A promotion ... something she had thought about in the past when Atbash had still been by her side. Inhaling and exhaling, a soft smile on the knight's maw. Ambassadors .... Atbash had been one in the past, a place she could reconnect with the missing perhaps? She would later offer herself as an Ambassador to the Coalition, she knew a face or two there, they'd given her medical aid in the past when Jormungand had thoroughly mauled her body. It would be the least she could do to offer a thank you and a communicative bridge to Tanglewood if she was accepted as one.