Stag Jump had been so relieved when the Elders had allowed his daughter entrance into the pack. He just knew they'd come around to liking her... well maybe that was a bit of an extreme. A part of him did wonder if they allowed her to stay, simply because asking her to leave would be a bit challenging. How do you just ask a phoenix to up and leave, especially when you are so small in comparison. Indeed, when Hera had landed and shown off her wingspan, her talons and her beak, it did seem to be around the time that the Elders had all agreed to say yes, she could stay.
"I'm sure it was your charm that won them over, whether they admit it or not." He said to his daughter, who sat preening herself. They'd chosen a patch of land away from the other Elves, though Stag Jump would really have loved to found her a place near his den, or one of her own that she could sit comfortably in. So far, this corner of the Court was the best they could find. "Everyone loved you when you were an egg and you're even more beautiful now that you've hatched." He put a paw on her talon, looking fondly up at her. "Trust me, daughter, you will find your place in the Court." He assured her with a smile.
Despite her father's kindly words, Hera had her own suspicions about the Court. She saw how her father thrived here, feasting on gossip and spreading his own. Certainly, he was the talk of the Court now... or maybe she was the true center of it. Initially, she had liked the attention, but now... all these sideways looks were starting to ruffle her feathers. Her father had gone to great lengths to see her protected, but she wondered if she was more of a burden than a blessing. She clicked her beak and sighed.
"I hope so." She said at last and she really did. She wanted more than anything to make her father and the Court he idolized proud of her, but she had no notion on how to make that happen. Part of her wanted to seek out others like her, to see if she could find the parent phoenix she would have called mother. Perhaps they could tell her what she was meant to do; what role she was meant to play. The Elders who seemed keen on telling the other wolves what to do in the Court seemed to have no idea how to tell her to do anything. She was at as much loss as the old wolves seemed to be. She clicked her beak again and glanced down at the feeling against her clawed foot. She offered Stag Jump a kindly smile, before she turned her attention back to her feathers. Rather than try to seek out her own answers or purpose in life, for the time being, she could at least enjoy the time she had to spend with her father. If the Murkwood Court was as eager for new and tasty gossip as her father had come to believe, surely one of these days, one wolf or another would come to see, in person, what the rumors buzzing around them spoke of.
"I'm sure it was your charm that won them over, whether they admit it or not." He said to his daughter, who sat preening herself. They'd chosen a patch of land away from the other Elves, though Stag Jump would really have loved to found her a place near his den, or one of her own that she could sit comfortably in. So far, this corner of the Court was the best they could find. "Everyone loved you when you were an egg and you're even more beautiful now that you've hatched." He put a paw on her talon, looking fondly up at her. "Trust me, daughter, you will find your place in the Court." He assured her with a smile.
Despite her father's kindly words, Hera had her own suspicions about the Court. She saw how her father thrived here, feasting on gossip and spreading his own. Certainly, he was the talk of the Court now... or maybe she was the true center of it. Initially, she had liked the attention, but now... all these sideways looks were starting to ruffle her feathers. Her father had gone to great lengths to see her protected, but she wondered if she was more of a burden than a blessing. She clicked her beak and sighed.
"I hope so." She said at last and she really did. She wanted more than anything to make her father and the Court he idolized proud of her, but she had no notion on how to make that happen. Part of her wanted to seek out others like her, to see if she could find the parent phoenix she would have called mother. Perhaps they could tell her what she was meant to do; what role she was meant to play. The Elders who seemed keen on telling the other wolves what to do in the Court seemed to have no idea how to tell her to do anything. She was at as much loss as the old wolves seemed to be. She clicked her beak again and glanced down at the feeling against her clawed foot. She offered Stag Jump a kindly smile, before she turned her attention back to her feathers. Rather than try to seek out her own answers or purpose in life, for the time being, she could at least enjoy the time she had to spend with her father. If the Murkwood Court was as eager for new and tasty gossip as her father had come to believe, surely one of these days, one wolf or another would come to see, in person, what the rumors buzzing around them spoke of.
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Sorry for the delayed start!
