Inner council

With the restriction that Basilisk had placed on Andy’s meetings with a certain pair of Syndicate wolves, the lavender woman has decided that is best to keep a low profile and play by the rules. After everything that had happened when he took over as Warlord, as his Gladiator, she had decided that she didn’t need to add any more stress to his plate. When the times is right, she will approach him and seek his permission to escort them up to her observatory but until then, they would linger in the Marketplace.

A summoning howl for her breaks Andy’s mind out of the introspective spiral that that it been lulled into while she had been patrolling the Marketplace. Swiftly, the lavender woman moves to answer Basilisk’s call. Snow clings the Col and the surrounding territory, shrouding the northern tundra in a wintery blanket as the cold months drag on. For her, the chill is welcome since she seems to have inherited her father’s double coat and her mind briefly turns to Sirius and Ida as she wonders how they are.

The tall form of Basilisk standing near the bonfire that lays behind the Obelisk pulls her from her wandering thoughts and she quickly moves up to him. Stopping a respectful distance away, Andy bows her head in respect and says, “Warlord.” There is no need to add further words since she is confident that he will soon share the reasoning behind his summons so she lightly settles herself on the ground and smiles warmly up at the much taller man.


"Andromeda Fatalis"