GLACIEM & AMENTI

She had spent several days with her children, recuperating, observing them, watching their quirks and loving them. Argent loved Glaciem; she loved its members, she loved her children, and she loved its leader. There was no denying the devotion of a knight to her kingdom, the firmness of a blade that would never yield, alas there was also no denying the ties she felt towards a certain Tortugan. Alas, she did not let this show, instead displaying herself as a regal queen dressed in silver. She pulled herself alongside Isardis, to his right, where she ought to belong. She desired for their pelts to mingle, for her to receive a reminder of why she was so devoted to this place.

Crimson gaze settled upon those gathering, and she prepared herself for the meeting. Oh, she could guess as to what the subject matter was, and her face contorted in worry as she thought over it. What of her children? What of the pregnant women within the pack? Alas, the silver knight did not question. She was a sword; she was to strike, not advise.