DJ Turn It Up [MEETING]
03-02-2016, 12:32 PM
Evangeline snorted softly at Angel when their father leaned over to inform him he needed to chastise his own slave. She'd known this pet was going to be trouble hadn't she? And now it wasn't even attending meetings like it was supposed to do. Valentine went on to start the meeting, though so she couldn't tease Angelus anymore. She more or less tuned out as he assigned mentors - she couldn't very well train someone herself, since she'd just turned two and as far as she knew there weren't any interested in healing in this latest batch anyway, though she'd hardly had any training at all from her own mentor anyway and could hardly be considered a healer at all so Rhythm would end up with them as a student anyway. Having a mentor was pretty useless when they went and got themselves knocked up and paid more attention to their pups and wolves from other packs than they did to their student... She tamped down her sulkiness, recalling clearly enough what happened last time she'd called out Rhythm in a pack meeting. It wasn't relevant to the pups being assigned so showing her annoyance would do nothing but get her own self in trouble. She could ask Inty to teach her more, or... her mind drifted to the wolf she'd met in the junkyard, and a faintly satisfied smile almost wormed it's way to her muzzle. Maybe her.
Her attention was called back to the meeting when her father brought up raiding. Her eyes widened slightly in excitement, and it took a great effort to hold herself still in regal elegance. "I would like to accompany you, father," she spoke stuffily, head high and eyes bright with suppressed excitement. "Having a healer along would come in quite handy for identifying which herbs would be worth our while to take if that is what we decide to raid for." She didn't impart a suggestion as too where to raid - she neither knew nor cared about most of the other packs. She hated Abaven, hated the way they always seemed to stick their noses in Imperium business and their snotty holier-than-thou attitudes and the way they acted like they were soooo important because Rhythm was a Destruction... but regardless of her mother's suggestion she rather doubted Valentine would take them to raid the clingy interlopers so she would hold her tongue rather than risk not getting to go along.
Her attention was called back to the meeting when her father brought up raiding. Her eyes widened slightly in excitement, and it took a great effort to hold herself still in regal elegance. "I would like to accompany you, father," she spoke stuffily, head high and eyes bright with suppressed excitement. "Having a healer along would come in quite handy for identifying which herbs would be worth our while to take if that is what we decide to raid for." She didn't impart a suggestion as too where to raid - she neither knew nor cared about most of the other packs. She hated Abaven, hated the way they always seemed to stick their noses in Imperium business and their snotty holier-than-thou attitudes and the way they acted like they were soooo important because Rhythm was a Destruction... but regardless of her mother's suggestion she rather doubted Valentine would take them to raid the clingy interlopers so she would hold her tongue rather than risk not getting to go along.