Common ground but it's shakey

The young woman has been passing her days up in the observatory, working hard on her star charts as a way to distract herself from the emotional fallout of hearing her sister absolutely detests her very existence. While her words at the impromptu challenge for the rank of Warlord had been meant to help solidify Basilisk’s takeover and show the Armada that they must stick together, Andy cannot help but feel like Crux probably hates her now too. As the thought flits across her mind again, she sighs lightly and carefully sets the quill she had been using back into the inkwell.

A summons from the very sibling she had been thinking about has Andy quickly, yet carefully, setting aside the chart to dry. Standing from her desk, she rolls her shoulders to loosen the kinks that had settled into the muscles as she had worked before she moves to the door to leave. While things are still running as smoothly as possible since the transfer of title, the young woman cannot help but feel hollow as she walks through the Armada lands. The trek to where Crux waits takes her a little bit of time but she moves as quickly as she can to get to her brothers.

Finally, their forms come into view and she strides up to them with slow, soft steps. Ears flatten against her skull as her head lowers, feeling as if she is about to be verbally chewed out for her words at the farewell. Dipping her head in greeting, Andy silently joins them, not trusting her voice just yet. Head lifts as her ears swivel forward to catch her brother’s words once he begins to talk and she gives him the time he needs to say what he needs to.


"Andromeda Fatalis"