Ever since that fateful day in the obsidian chamber, Arlii hadn't been able to settle or sleep well. Her mind continuously replayed everything that happened. The curiosity at being summoned. That uneasy feeling as some strange Tah set his paws upon the dais. And the gut wrenching feeling that something horrible was about to happen. Then it did. Weaver help them, that usurper had divided the tribe in two. Those that chose to follow him. Or those that wished to be homeless and considered weak.
Arlii's ears flattened as she took several more steps forward. Stopped. Then twisted and continued pacing. How dare Shen declare those that stood for what was RIGHT call them weak! She was no weak creature. Damn him!
Her step faltered as she thought of Ashur, the pale tah she and a couple of other nan's helped escape. There had been so much blood... Shaking herself and sighing heavily, Arlii looked up towards the sky. A peaceful clear blue. Was this the price they were to pay for the Weaver gifting their magi with power, and to have them throw it all away?
She couldn't believe that. Refused to. This was merely another thread being woven into the fabric of their lives. A rigid one, but a thread none the less. There was still some speculation in her about the supposed cub said to be chosen by the Weaver. Yet, there was something about him... So, what was she going to do about all of it? Become stronger to fight for that belief. But in order to do so... she'd need a little help. A training partner. Her sister had mentioned there was a strong tah that she'd caught sight of before. One with gleaming armor who she believed to be a soldier.
Mind made up, she went in search of the tah Finulria had spoke of.
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forgive the double quote ^^;
