Love Is Not A Weakness [Meeting]
04-27-2017, 08:18 AM
No drama, he reminded himself plainly, more wishful thinking than anything else. Lark never really created drama, not that he thought.. But drama sure as hell seemed to flock to him without him intending it. He felt his spirits lift a bit more when Sparrow was next to reach his side, and gently he turned to press his nose to her neck in quiet greeting. It really was sweltering out lately, and judging by her panting she was feeling the summer’s effects as well as he was. It wasn’t surprising when Lillianna arrived, and even less surprising that she too sat next to him; on his other side, of course. His head tilted in her direction, smiling faintly at her too in greeting. From the corner of his eye he saw others trailing in - most noteworthy was Sandpiper and Finch and Merlin, to him - and watched as they settled in for the meeting. He wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or not when his father started speaking, relinquishing him of the choice of whether to focus his attention on Sparrow or Lillie or - god forbid, both at the same time. It lulled the group into still silence, and his ears twitched as he focused on his father’s words. He introduced the new wolves to the group, and expressed that ranks needed to be claimed. Pyrrhus expressed interest in the position of Prima Guardia, which had caught his attention. He thought back to the talks he’d had with his father. Abaven could be his someday, he’d been told - he wasn’t sure if that was still a possibility. There were wolves here that had worked harder than he had, he knew that was irrefutable truth. Perhaps now was the time to step up a bit? When there was finally a moment of silence, and he had time to collect his thoughts, he cleared his throat to speak. ”I’d.. Be interested in the Prima Guardian position, too,” he admitted, his gaze averting slightly away from his father. He didn’t want to overstep, either, and was prepared if his father denied his request. He eyed Pyrrhus now too, curious. ”We could, I don’t know, fight for it or something?” Lark offered an uncertain shrug, hoping he'd said the right things. |
