She would find her feet easier now, the sickness wearing off her form. The call would disturb her, eyes fluttering into wakefulness. Brilliant gaze would take in the form of Ara, and happily she would push herself from the ground and follow the girl that had done so much for her while she was sick. Occasionally she would lean in her shoulder, but for the majority of the trip her legs worked on their own.
They would appear within the clearing, half late as many had already gathered. She would watch her own siblings, and for the first time would choose not to move to their sides. Canta would place herself next to Ara's brother. She couldn't help but smile, Canta usually kept to herself and the fact that she chose to sit there would spark her interest.
She would not move any further, and hoped that her younger siblings might take a seat by her as well. Little Dutiron had already found himself there, as well as her cousins. Slightly leaning into Ara she would relax and wait for the meeting.
"speech"