When she wasn’t actively tasked with something, Adelina made a thorough attempt at staying out of the way. Out of sight, out of mind. And her refuge happened to be the room she had been offered on her first day in the Armada. It was the safest place for her, or so she felt. It was also the place that Sirius knew to come looking for her in the event he wanted to give training another shot. However, she certainly hated that part. Following orders was supposed to be easy. But when he commanded her to go against her conditioned response, she struggled to comply. She didn’t want to be a source of frustration, but she couldn’t bring herself to break her ingrained code either.
Though it seemed that it wasn’t the Warlord she was going to have to deal with today. The call for her presence was faint- but she heard it all the same, even if it was unfamiliar voice. Immediately, the muted fae’s muscles tensed out of reflex. She hesitated a few moments out of reluctance to answer the summons but eventually thought better of it. She was a slave, after all. She answered to everyone. Hauling herself to her paws, she scrambled outside and toward the source of where she thought she was meant to be.
Approaching the Obelisk, her silver gaze met a copper-toned woman that seemed as if she was intentionally waiting for someone. Adelina slowed to a stop, adverting her eyes as she came to a conversational distance. “D-Did you call f-for me?” She asked quietly, unsure if she had answered to the right wolf or not.
