Basic Stances

Armada and its settings were something Silent continued to grow comfortable with. She was unsure of what kind of life was meant to be lived within its walls, but she was not afraid to bring forth what was necessary. Sirius had told her and Bronze that fighting would be essential to living within Armada. The idea of fighting and spilling blood was not her first comfortable thought, but being able to hold her own eased the black-and-silver woman into being more open.

A few days after they had found dens to claim as theirs, Silent reached out to Bronze one winter morning. Though the sunlight was weak, it still tried to bring some warmth and light to the woods. Time seemed to slow as she walked towards his larger frame, green eyes assessing him as she drew closer. "Good morning," she greeted, warm smile matching the light in her own opts. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything important." If she was, she would be willing to come back another time.