It was after the meeting, but Charlie had hung around, wanting to talk to Basilisk even after everything. He waited patiently, tail curled around his paws as he watched member after member trickle out of the meeting. Others might have wanted to challenge for their ranks… and Charlie wasn’t sure if Basilisk would want him to fight before potentially granting him the rank of Master of Arms or if he would present him with a challenge as his father had. His mace was almost finished… as was Wylan’s dagger. Perhaps he could show him one of those when they were completed? He hummed softly, and once Bas was free Charlie called out to him.
“Warlord,” Charlie shifted to a standing position, his tail lightly wagging behind him. “I was hoping I might be able to talk to you about stepping up in rank to Master of Arms.” His lips pulled up into a smile. “It was in the works before Father left, but I’m afraid he passed the mantle to you before I had finished the trial he set for me.”
"Speech,"'Thought.'
.Mental health (particularly depression and anxiety) is extremely bad. Currently unable to handle IC conflict or conflict between characters, pack related or individual. I am struggling to post even simple things and will not be able to continue with thread if approached. Sorry for the inconvenience but I just can't right now.
