You Wear A Crown But You're No King
09-14-2015, 03:08 PM
The woman was silent, a supporter for Sin, without any doubt, as she sat not far from the man after his call. On one side of her the brown figure of her son, Forsaken, would sit in silence as well. My, what a show this was going to turn out to be. One by one spectators came, and Arietta would look upon them quietly. No matter what happened here today she was sure her mate had become an enemy of the public, but she had been expecting such. That was part of the reason she had left the children with Squirrel. Gaze would slide to Enigma, eyeing her son for a long moment. Would he be there to cause further trouble? Would Forsaken? Time would tell. Arietta would look back to Sin as the battle began, settling in for a wait. These battles, well, there as never really any true certainty on how they would go. She would continue to wait, ready to move if need be. These things could very easily become a brawl of clashing ideals. |
| Table by:: Dione |