"I will not play with sharp objects"

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"Speech!"Surprisingly enough, the okder woman had been among the first to arrive at Artorias’s call. His howl reached all depths of the castle, runbling in his baritones - his call was not to be ignored. Lae had been quietly sifting through some wildlflowers she’d dried from past seasons up in her bedroom as the call came, and she stood onto her thin limbs with a resounding crack from each joint. Mel stirred from a nap he’d been taking, glancing at the wolf with a puzzled look in his eyes.

Perhaps it was simply a pack meeting - maybe some matters the Aegis wished to discuss. It was his duty, after all. Her brow furrowed in some concern, regardless, Mel trailing behind her as the Specialist half-hobbled down the descending staircase on sore legs. Her flare-up was improving, but its bout was far from over. Still, she made it to the Great Hall in due time, noticing Art already at his throne of a seat and..his little daughter? On a podium, no less? She tilted her head softly in confusion, still unaware of the circumstances that led little Dusk to her punishment. She smiled softly at the two of them regardless, though the silence was so tense it was palpable. She slowly eased herself into a seat a little ways away, ruby eyes glanced toward them in some glance of anticipation.