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Some Horsemen, some Initiates even, dreamed of glory. Some were more humble, dreaming of a world once lost, of what they could be, of their friends, support, or what they strove so hard in their core to become. Someone important. Someone significant. Some others simply escaped the reality of their situation, instead fantasizing about a world where there was no strife or conflict.

Everyone that night however, dreamed of Medea.

It was actually becoming something of a slightly common occurrence, they were having some nice idyllic dream when suddenly Medea. She would just be standing there, peacefully, as if she belonged in their landscape of tall buildings and rainbow trees, as if amidst the frolicking dolphin-like minipets her floating presence was totally okay.

"Children", Exclaimed floating-in-the-front-of-the-dreamscape Medea, "It is time."

And then, before things got too weird and the Head Priestess's figure burst into thousands of yapping ascended invisible dogs running all directions to frolic with the contract minipets, all those dreaming thankfully awoke.

And they said that creatures of Fear couldn't be terrified.

The Head Priestess was indeed waiting for all summoned, her usual place, the tent at the center of the Lost Clans reservation, what seemed like a box of brightly coloured, almost crystal-like flowers next to her. She had a sort of look in her face that suggested she was Most Likely Up To Absolutely No Good, combined with a bit of gloating that suggested she had Already Been Up To No Good.

To those who assembled and questioned, she simply whispered, almost fervently. "Today we will strike Fear into all Humans and take down one of their greatest strongholds." Well, that sounded like another Hunter invasion, if it weren't for the fact that she was reading an extremely colourful brochure. Yes, all part of the plan, yes of course, of course. Please just be seated, this was clearly important and she knew better than you because she was the Head Priestess and you were not.

Senga was there as usual, because seriously, when wasn't he there?

This time he looked disgruntled though, like someone had rubbed his feathers all wrong and stuffed a dead fish in his living space while he wasn't around. (Which wasn't an entirely implausible idea, considering the recent animosity between him and a certain Conquest noble.)

"We're not going to Disneyland again, are we?" He asked suspiciously, staring down the colorful brochure.

Yes, guys. Senga read the signs the last time this had happened. Senga knew the land of colorful destruction Medea had shipped them too before.

After a moment, he frowned harder, and his tone was almost resigned, and nearly pathetic.

"We are, aren't we."

Shaheen rarely slept anymore because of the nightmares that haunted them. So to have fallen asleep, only to be awoken by Medea suddenly there to tell her it was time for something, well...she was actually quite thankful to the head priestess.

The tired looking war chieftain made her way to Medea's tent, telling herself for the millionth time that she should probably try and find the woman alone someday soon to question her more on whether she could help with her little bit of insanity issue. But of course, that would have to wait, because upon arriving she was told that they would be taking down one of the filthy humans strongest holds. Now that sounded promising, and exciting, and was just what she needed to take her mind off of things.

Until she saw the brochures of course. The war chieftain raised an eyebrow, before turning that raised eyebrow towards Senga.

She then reached out to attempt to smack him on the back of the head.

"She's the head priestess. Do not question her." She hissed, giving him a glare.

Lifen had been on her way towards the Head Priestess' tent, feeling a little off about suddenly having dreams about said Head Priestess. It was better than some of the dreams that the insanity brought to her, she did not wake up sweating or anything of the like, so it couldn't be as terrible as it could have been. Furrowing her eyebrows a little, she closed in towards the tent, only to be stopped by Mjoll, eyebrows raising again.

"We're going back to that place?" She asked the Death Horsewoman as she watched her basically wander off to get the dress she had basically taken from another woman. . . . (or Bastion, that was.) Lifen, herself, was not ready to be wearing such a . . . revealing dress quite yet, so she decided that for the time being, she would see what Medea would throw them in to now.

If she had to choose. . . she would then.

Going in to the tent, she waited to see what was in tow for the horsemen and -women that she was collecting.

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Turning away from Senga she crossed arms over her chest to appraise the other horsemen in the tent, only to find herself surprised when her golden gaze landed on Eris, the protector of War. Giving the other woman a small smile herself, she unfolded her arms to make her way towards her, giving her a small bow, her body barely bending forward and her head lowering.

"Eris." She murmured afterwards, the smile on her face growing slightly, though it was hard to muster up much by the way of enthusiasm in her eyes. "It is good to see you." Because really, she hadn't seen the heir around much if at all. The little debacle with the minipets world and the student auction (which Shaheen had barely paid attention to since she had been much to busy trying to keep Shik in check), were the most prominent memories she had.

Mengyao was there somewhere.

Probably sulking.

The usually distracted Alchemist wandered into the group with a slight frown on his usually smiling face. Having dreams about a woman other than his beloved--well, it was a bit unsettling for Fai. He was even more unsettled as he saw the brochure Medea was looking at--

"Ah, dear, are we returning there again?" he asked as he headed for a random spot to sit down at. "I have yet to experiment with the stuffed objects."

Yes, he should have done that earlier, but he'd been distracted by Thanksgiving Land.

"Hey - "

Senga leaned back, dodging the smack with a growl. "Don't be so violent." He rumbled dryly, swatting at Shaheen with one wing. "Shouldn't I be allowed to question those viciously bright places and why exactly we must go and destroy them?" Or - you know - have them destroy the Horsemen instead.

He paused when another familiar face appeared in the crowd. He hadn't seen Eris since he'd been a tiny minipet, but with ease, he could spot her amongst the growing body count, and followed Shaheen over, fluttering his wings like a puppy wagging its tail when he got close.

"Eris," He hummed, and his tone seemed lilting and nearly childishly pleased. "It has been awhile - are you well?" His head tilted, wings fluttering once more as he settled down next to Shaheen and jostled her gently with his shoulder - payback for earlier.

(He might have also whispered something about throwing a rock at Mengyao's head to her too.)