10-05-2013, 05:13 PM
Her embarrassment only grows as all this continues. Only at this point, that embarrassment is not for herself. She glances at Javed when he accepts Phoebe's declaration that she will go with them to the Warder, but that glance is disrupted immediately when Erich and Phoebe just begin shouting at each other.
Across the room, she sees Keisha Still-Waters thinking along the same lines as she is. Where are the kin. Avery has kept her seat as Javed rises... and tells them to handle this immediately, here and now, rather the opposite of what she suggested a moment ago. The slight sting is difficult to conceal, but thankfully, no one is really focused on her at the moment.
They are, and rightly so, focused on the Ahroun advancing on the Fostern in the middle of the room, Javed telling everyone who isn't a part of this to depart immediately, Phoebe meeting Erich's eyes, and then everyone in the room will, very likely, turn her way. She is not the only Silver Fang in the room, and she is not the purest wolf in the room, but for a moment, there seems to be a shimmer of air turned silver around her as she rises from her seat. The aura of her tribal and her pack's totem falls upon her, winged and sunlit even in the smallness of the room. She lifts her chin when she stands, and it is difficult -- brutally, almost painfully difficult -- to look away from her. It is not the heights of her rank nor the strength of her body that demand attention. It is just... something about her.
Her voice is steady, and quiet, despite the fact that her pride and herfrustration are mingling with her rage, amplifying both in what could turn into the same sort of sickening spiral the likes of which Erich and Phoebe are currently caught in.
"You, too, Rhya," she says, first to Javed, her tone soft. She has looked at him first, a faint furrow to her brow, an apology inherent in the words. "I will settle this with them." A faint smile, tight with concern and mirthless amusement: "I am the only half moon present.
"Please," she goes on, indicating the path to the door for him, and for others. "I have faith in Storm's Teeth-yuf's control, and Siren of Persephone-rhya's strength and my own." There's a small shake of her head, her words tinted ever so slightly for the ears of the near-enraged wolves. "They will not coat this room in my blood, nor one another's. Though if you, Black Sheep-yuf, and Still Waters-yuf would remain outside the door, I would be most grateful."
Her eyes turn back to Phoebe and Erich. She does not speak to them -- though she intends to -- until everyone else has left the room.
Reverence of Dawn @ 5:02PM
[Charisma + Leadership (compelling) + Falcon + PB
Increasing difficulty due to staredown-in-progress/tension/her rank]
Roll: 14 d10 TN8 (1, 4, 4, 4, 6, 6, 7, 7, 7, 8, 8, 9, 9, 9, 10, 10, 10) ( success x 8 ) Re-rolls: 3 VALID
Across the room, she sees Keisha Still-Waters thinking along the same lines as she is. Where are the kin. Avery has kept her seat as Javed rises... and tells them to handle this immediately, here and now, rather the opposite of what she suggested a moment ago. The slight sting is difficult to conceal, but thankfully, no one is really focused on her at the moment.
They are, and rightly so, focused on the Ahroun advancing on the Fostern in the middle of the room, Javed telling everyone who isn't a part of this to depart immediately, Phoebe meeting Erich's eyes, and then everyone in the room will, very likely, turn her way. She is not the only Silver Fang in the room, and she is not the purest wolf in the room, but for a moment, there seems to be a shimmer of air turned silver around her as she rises from her seat. The aura of her tribal and her pack's totem falls upon her, winged and sunlit even in the smallness of the room. She lifts her chin when she stands, and it is difficult -- brutally, almost painfully difficult -- to look away from her. It is not the heights of her rank nor the strength of her body that demand attention. It is just... something about her.
Her voice is steady, and quiet, despite the fact that her pride and herfrustration are mingling with her rage, amplifying both in what could turn into the same sort of sickening spiral the likes of which Erich and Phoebe are currently caught in.
"You, too, Rhya," she says, first to Javed, her tone soft. She has looked at him first, a faint furrow to her brow, an apology inherent in the words. "I will settle this with them." A faint smile, tight with concern and mirthless amusement: "I am the only half moon present.
"Please," she goes on, indicating the path to the door for him, and for others. "I have faith in Storm's Teeth-yuf's control, and Siren of Persephone-rhya's strength and my own." There's a small shake of her head, her words tinted ever so slightly for the ears of the near-enraged wolves. "They will not coat this room in my blood, nor one another's. Though if you, Black Sheep-yuf, and Still Waters-yuf would remain outside the door, I would be most grateful."
Her eyes turn back to Phoebe and Erich. She does not speak to them -- though she intends to -- until everyone else has left the room.
Reverence of Dawn @ 5:02PM
[Charisma + Leadership (compelling) + Falcon + PB
Increasing difficulty due to staredown-in-progress/tension/her rank]
Roll: 14 d10 TN8 (1, 4, 4, 4, 6, 6, 7, 7, 7, 8, 8, 9, 9, 9, 10, 10, 10) ( success x 8 ) Re-rolls: 3 VALID
my whole life is thunder.