unfurl the blackened agenda

Lorikeet heard the call for warriors, for training. She lazily raised a dainty paw, glancing down at her sharpened claws. She could answer the call, or she could find a larger patch of sun and stretch out like a cat on some heated rock. Hmm… choices, choices.

Her muzzle twitched into a grin and he yawned, before rolling off the rock she was lying on, and landing on her paws. Much like a cat, in fact. Spice, after some grumbling, jumped from the rock onto her back.

In truth, while Lorikeet was no stranger to fighting, what she didn’t have was experience working as a team. Whatever trouble the vikings found themselves in, she would need to know how to work with them. And, besides, she could go along and tweak Vidarr’s lanky tail some more. She arrived second, and draped herself in an elegant seating position in front of him, and near a younger, purple eyed version. She didn’t say anything, just dropped her leader a lazy wink.


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