Out with the old

Change wasn't something that came easily for Tethys Fatalis. Sirius leaving felt like an even harder change than she knew what to do with - he'd ruled the Armada since she was born, and she didn't know Basilisk well enough to know if he'd do as good a job or not. But he was family, and Sirius had entrusted him with the position, and that was enough for her to give his rule a chance. Apparently not everyone felt the same though. Exactly why she wasn't sure, but she was present when the whole commotion began, and she watched with interested (albeit confused) eyes.

If they had supported Sirius, and Sirius had chosen Basilisk to lead, there was no reason that she could find to not support him as well. Brows furrowed tightly as she watched the scene, alarmed at Kyanite's outburst, and equally alarmed at Basilisk's swift violence in response. It made sense to her to explain it all in very black and white ways. Hazel had tried to challenge to rule and she had lost, quite swiftly too. "I support you as well. There's no reason I shouldn't," she said plainly, her gaze finding those that were trickling away from the group. Though she didn't intend for her words to have any hidden meaning behind them it wouldn't be hard to assume differently, given the dramatics that were currently unfolding.