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"The fact that they are viciously bright is reason enough to destroy them!" She countered, giving the young executioner an almost puzzled look, managing to avoid the swat of his wing before she had made her way to Eris.

Eris, wars heir and protector. If Shaheen had an idol, this woman would be it. She held her in the highest of regards, higher then the other heirs, probably higher then even Medea. The brush of fingers came against a shoulder that was tainted with grey fissures, however, and the war chieftain had to fight not to flinch or back away. It wouldn't do to show such weakness and doubt in front of somebody that she desperately wished to impress.

"I have had better days." She admitted with a small shrug of her shoulders, shifting, the feathers of her wings ruffling up slightly before settling back down. "But it is nothing to concern yourself with. And you?" She asked, almost at the same time as Senga, while giving him the smallest of frowns when he bumped against her, though there was a certain amount of fondness in her gaze.

To his whisper she spared a glance behind her towards Mengyao, just in time to see Lan ducking in behind him, hiding from sight. Puzzling, but she would have to harass the blonde noble to ask what she was doing in a moment, for Senga's whispered words were not taken as a request, but more like a challenge.

Shaheen, somehow, from somewhere on her person, produced a small rock, and flicked it towards Mengyao, aiming for his forehead.

The joy practically radiated off Ying as Lifen sat next to her. "Miss Lifen you look beautiful today too! As always, that is!"

Turning to Medea, she said, "O-Oh um ... Miss Medea has not announced it yet, but I believe we are going on a trip of some sort! Something about attacking the humans where it hurts them most!" There was a cheerfully sadistic look in her sparkly little eyes. She wanted to ask Lifen if she'd had the strange dream last night as well, but figured that would be a bit ... awkward.

"I am very glad you chose to sit with me," Ying said quietly, clearly embarrassed of her words. "There are so many other people in this room, so I am very honored!"

Mjoll returned to the gathering sometime shortly there after and moved to find Lifen. She had the princess dress in hand, just in case. After all, it was much more pleasant in some cases. If the weird outfits fit in that'd be fine but if Medea's wardrobe did not, at least the death horsewoman had a back up plan. "Lifen~" She called out. As she didn't have many others to attach herself too, in this case.

She smiled at those around the conquest woman. "Who are your friends?" She asked curiously. Well she sort of knew a handful of them.

The flicker of silken blonde, coupled with violets and golds, caught Eris' attention briefly, only her eyes shifting to stare behind Shaheen, focusing on another horseman in the room. She and Lan did not quite see eye to eye. In fact, the conquest horsewoman was one of the few she was not exactly pleased to see, having had their disagreements in the past. She found the woman to be far too insolent, unsure of her ambitions, and was certain that she felt no loyalty to Eris herself. That led to much distrust on the Protector's part; her eyes narrowed a fraction as she watched her hide behind Mengyao, her lips curling a fraction in a sultry manner towards him before her attention was again redirected, this time back towards a member of her own clan.

Not merely just a member of her own clan, in fact, but another one she remembered fondly.

"Senga," she answered, her eyes brightening a little as the wolf-mount approached. As she had with Shaheen, Eris took a step towards the warrior, bowing a little to him before she reached to brush the backs of her fingers against his shoulder, affectionately. "Well met." While Shaheen seemed unable to muster much enthusiasm, Senga didn't seem to be suffering from the same infliction. Instead, he seemed genuinely pleased to see her, chasing away the regret which had laced her expression not moments before, Eris finding it easy to mirror his happiness.

"I'm as well as can be. Admittedly, there's a restlessness which comes with having no true home. As I'm sure you know well," she looked to Shaheen with understanding, as well as clear concern; despite what she said, Eris' eyebrows knitted a little, although she didn't press it... not now, anyway. She would not embarrass her, not in front of the rest of the Lost. "I'm truly sorry that War suffers as it does."

At that, she did seem a little wistful, mourning their lost home for a moment. And there was something else. A plan, perhaps, or a defiance. Still, she didn't let herself linger in that thought for long, her expression clearing quickly.

"So. Do you two keep together, for the most part? Keeping each other sharp, I trust?" she asked, perhaps the slightest tease in her tone. She hadn't failed to notice the way he had nudged Shaheen with his shoulder. Nor the way she in turn flicked a rock at Mengyao's head, her eyes glittering in amusement.

The dreams she had been having lately were only slightly suspect of something to come. Meixiang had learned a long time ago that if something seemed out of place...out of the ordinary at least for her....that it meant something. When she had joined the Initiates it seemed that it happened more often than not.

But what was one to expect from something she didn't entirely understand. Though she tried her best.

So when dream Medea had called she came. It was what she had signed up for after all. Not only for herself but for others. Her friends as well. Though as of late she had spent more and more time just on her own. And less time with them it seemed.

As the crowd gathered she made her way through the larger bodies of the Horsemen. Noting that none of the other initiates that she knew from the school were here. Yet at least. So she positioned herself in a spot where the High Priestess would not be obscured from her view and waited.

No, wait-!

Kiwi trailed a figure through the fog. A part of him welled with apprehension and dread at the voices breathing against his shoulders and the grey mist that nipped along his ankles. But his priority was Mara. He had to reach her. But no matter how he turned, which direction he took, she always evaded him ...

A figure rose again through the fog, and a bell-like laughter echoed into the monochrome emptiness. He hesitated a moment. What if she disappeared again. What if this wasn't her?? ... what if-

No, no he mustn't stop now. Murmurs rose in the void that carried him forward. And almost as if expecting him, the cloaked figure turned-

Medea. Kiwi gave a sharp intake of breath. This wasn't right, but ... The more she spoke, the more he wanted to believe her. That this Medea was real, that he was needed, and that Mara was-!

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Kiwi arrived to the Head Priestess's tent a few minutes later, appearing more than a bit shaken. It seemed that many had gathered already, familiar faces and friends. But after such a dream, and the murmurs that refused to settle with it, he didn't particularly feel like being spoken to, or even seen for that matter. Drawing back, he settled as subtly as possible into a corner of the tent, silently awaiting orders.

[Entering]

Mir arrived with a sleepy yawn, wondering why she had another strange dream. She liked her dreams for the most part; even though they weren't always pleasant. This time, it was a dream that wasn’t really a dream.. at all. Although she had initially wondered at the intrusion of her dream, she had become accustomed to it. There was nothing more pleasant than visitors that brought a surprise message. When she had awoke, she simply stepped out of her tent and followed her fellow horsemen. When she was faced with the death presitress, she cocked her head with a questioning smile before taking her seat.

She had shown up because she had nothing better to do. Her seat was in a frontal area of the presitess's view, her hand twirling around with the flower in her hair. “Teehee, this sounds like fun~” Then again, coming from Mir, it wasn’t very much since Mir took amusement in too many things to count. But anything to do with humans was always particularly special.

There were too many horsemen that Mir didn't know. Sliding a curious glance backwards, she realized that she really should make an effort to interact with those remaining of her race. Should being the keyword.

Open to interaction!