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Natalia had been content with her wandering day, having explored farther reaches of the continent and even stopped by the strange bridge once more, though she still did not dare to cross it. She had settled down to focus on the stars, analyze them and point out the constellations as she had always done before she settled down for the night, after her final meal, before she heard a call rise through the trees that surrounded her. It was faint, but the tone was familiar and it sounded of Mithras. The sound came from the same direction as some of the stars better known to the world. She would use Ursa Minor and Aquila as her guide to the locale of the meeting, never wavering in her step.
The tigress’ blue form would arrive, looking around to see who had gathered around to see what the young man’s call was about. It had been curiosity alone that interrupted her ritual in favor of finding out what the younger man was up to. “Greetings моя семья. Молодые Митра, why have you called?” Her thick Russian accent hinted at curiosity as she took a seat towards the side of the group, close to no one in particular. She had been a member of the Diamáchi for quite some time but part of her still felt out of place, not that it was anyone else’s fault. She was the one who tended to remain silent, though that was simply for former Tsar Princess’s nature.
