WHEN THE PLANETS ALIGN

Song's inquiries rose above the small chatter of the rest and the woman sought the other alabaster lass with her gaze, a small smile of fondness spreading across her features, though it quickly sobered due to the topic at hand. "I'm unsure as to whether or not Seracia is involved in the conflict. They are allied with Valhalla, but if they ask for our help, I would be inclined to offer some sort of aid." Jupiter paused, pondering over this issue a bit more but finding that she had nothing more to say. She nodded in response to Aurora's acceptance of the rank, beaming, and was about to reply but something stopped her.



Celestial optics fell upon a familiar obsidian form and there was a minute, inaudible sigh of relief as she gazed upon Deteste. It had been too long since she had seen the previous secondary alpha. She was unsure as to whom his loyalties now belonged but it mattered to her not as long as there were not treasonous thoughts in his conscience. Her ears tipped forward to drink in every last syllable of his dialogue, taking in the words and processing them for thought. She personally agreed with his advice and it seemed as if no one else was speaking up. Her brow furrowed minutely with concern--were they afraid of her? Afraid of giving their input? Jupiter's moment of insecurity quickly cleared, though, as she urged herself onwards to speak.



"Unless there are other objections, Ludicael will abide by such a policy should war break," she announced evenly, sweeping her path of sight over the congregation. The woman was nearly about to do a final check in her mind for any remaining prevalent issues when Deteste's deep timbre projected once more.



Orbs of violet trained slowly on Symphony, her audits rotated towards Deteste as she stared the healer down, listening to the brute. Her features fell from friendly to neutral, her eyes narrowing at the very slightest as she took a deep breath. Anger touched the back of her mind and she felt her words slip from her lips before she could halt them and give the lady a chance to fully defend herself.



"Is an alliance of any sort with a pack, especially the one of our recently-overthrown allies, not any of my business? Did it not occur to discuss such a thing with me first?" Her tone quivered a bit and her lips parted, impulse urging her on but her conscience hardly restraining her. Eyelids lowered over her optics for a moment and she took a deep breath, unshielding her orbs to fixate her stare on the healer once more.



Emotions swirled within her. Words bubbled at the end of her tongue but she bit them back. Symphony was but a healer--a new member, at that. If she'd been here longer, maybe it'd be pardonable... her mind said quietly. But then, she knew that it was not true. As long as Medusa--her serpent, her snake--had been involved in it and possibly harmed, Jupiter would not rest until she could ensure that such a mistake would happen again. And for both Medusa and Deteste to have been there and asked her to leave?



Song said all that Jupiter needed to be answered before she could continue. The Sol would not discipline the lass further in front of the congregation but hoped her message was firm and would get across without her having to say much more despite the lashing dialogue threatening to leap from her ebony lips. Suddenly, Jupiter wished that Medusa was present to press their pelts together and meld them into one. In this moment, all the Sol wished for was relief. The security of a lover's touch. Mercury pressed himself closer to her leg to remind her of his presence and she was comforted slightly by the gesture. A sigh escaped her but she would wait, patient and stoic, for the woman to answer Song's questions.

"speech"