Fan the Flames [Raid Meeting]

Being the King’s beta, he was privy to the flame-cloaked black male’s plans. He’d been spending the morning stretching his way through exercises to limber up, cleaning his armor and working any catches out of the joints, making sure all was in good repair before he donned it as Ardyn’s war cry rolled over the plains.

Cairo rose with a grin from where he’d been letting Enito put the final sharpening on the bear claws of his bracers, and set off with a brisk trot, tongue drifting from between his jaws in a casual pant, though his eyes glinted with a spark of eagerness.

He’d not won a single fight in any of the raids he’d participated in, either offensive or defending, and he meant to change that trend with this one.

The Adravendi arrived and took his seat on the boulder at Ardyn’s right, nodding at the king and noting the cleaned armor Ardyn wore. Seemed he wasn’t the only one who’d been in a cleaning frenzy.

Crysta settled on the boulder at his paws, feathers rustling softly as she swiveled her head in that familiar barn-owl head bob, watching the plains for the warriors. Enito plopped to the ground at the bottom of the boulder with a huff, running a last polishing sweep down the staff he'd chosen for the raid.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think