The Divine Calling [LUDI CLAIM]
12-23-2013, 04:47 PM
She waited patiently for an answer as others conversed around her, blocking them out unless they stepped forth to address her, determined not to budge unless she received a response. In little time it came in the form of Song, who stepped forth, and Aegira returned the woman's welcoming smile. Audits, which had been pushed forward expectantly, gave an anticipatory twitch but the young woman fell deathly still as the new alpha's words trickled into her ears. She was silent for a moment, chrome and lavender optics scanning Song for any sort of sign that this was just some big prank. She even risked glancing about to try and see if her mother would lightheartedly stroll from the mangroves and laugh at her daughter for being gullible. But none of this happened.
Her brow furrowed deeply and she stiffened, slowly but surely. "Then why are we here?" Aegira's voice was soft but sharp, eerily calm in its nature. She would pause and whether or not someone responded immediately, she would continue, her voice raising slightly as she glanced about at the current Ludicael members that were present. "Why aren't we looking for her? After all she's done? Why are we just standing here?" She would be out there doing the same for you. And you. And you..." The calmness in her tone wavered and she swallowed hard, turning to Cherokee, to Aurora, to anyone she could lock gazes with as she spoke. There was an underlying anger in her tone and a knot was coiling tightly in her chest.
Her brow furrowed deeply and she stiffened, slowly but surely. "Then why are we here?" Aegira's voice was soft but sharp, eerily calm in its nature. She would pause and whether or not someone responded immediately, she would continue, her voice raising slightly as she glanced about at the current Ludicael members that were present. "Why aren't we looking for her? After all she's done? Why are we just standing here?" She would be out there doing the same for you. And you. And you..." The calmness in her tone wavered and she swallowed hard, turning to Cherokee, to Aurora, to anyone she could lock gazes with as she spoke. There was an underlying anger in her tone and a knot was coiling tightly in her chest.
AEGIRA