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Prologue
It was a warm, breezy day in the Gladeveins. The Willow's wispy tendrils floated in the air as if they were underwater, or perhaps in a dream. Sonata watched what used to be her Clan from her usual perch, up in the trees. She was silent, and her heart was filled with loneliness, but she had heard the news. A beam of hope blossomed in her chest.
Perhaps life would go on as it should.
Ashlesha turned to face the two Imperials, smiling slightly. "Welcome, Sirus and Surasa, to the Viridian Labyrinth," he said, whisking his tail around him. It brushed along the dense foliage of the undergrowth, churning the air with the scent of moss and pollen, of living things.
He beckoned the Imperials to follow him. They were approaching the Clan territory, and he wasn't sure if they had visited recently, since all the political changes. But the City had been updated with the news, of Aria's birth and of her future as the Clan leader. The scandal itself had not been publicly broadcasted, but it was possible that the Clan visitors were well aware. It was a rocky time for visitors, but this was a special occasion.
And besides, Surasa was a close friend of several Clanmates - she and her mate were not just random strangers invited into their home. Snorting loudly to clear his mind, he continued onwards.
"Gather beneath the Willow, Clanmates!" a voice called out, clear and loud. It belonged to the slim body of a WildClaw, Marcus. As the Clan ambassador, he had taken up the duty of making the announcement, but the words were awkward in his mouth. He realized he had forgotten half of the Clan call. This was not something he had done before.
His tail swished behind him, slightly embarrassed, but he tried to hide that.
"As you may have heard, we are expecting visitors in the Clan. Two Imperials, Sirus and Surasa, from our allied City in the Plaguelands. They will be nesting here, and while they are with us, you are to treat them with as much respect as you would a regular Clan member."
He winced at the words. Perhaps that wasn't the best statement after the so recent fracture in their Clan. But it was too late to rephrase. Instead of drawing attention to his choice of words, he continued.
"Many of you might have may remember Surasa from before, as she is the City's tea master, and as such, trades with our Clan quite frequently. Show our guests the wonder of Nature while they are here, but please be mindful - they are here for their hatchlings, not to sight-see! If you have any questions, please speak with anyone on the Councils.
"May you go with clarity!" he finished to the warm cheer of his Clanmates.
Phew, he thought to himself as he turned to face the rest of the Council Majora, gathered behind him. How did Sonata always do it? I couldn't get used to that if they paid me in lamb chops!
It was a warm, breezy day in the Gladeveins. The Willow's wispy tendrils floated in the air as if they were underwater, or perhaps in a dream. Sonata watched what used to be her Clan from her usual perch, up in the trees. She was silent, and her heart was filled with loneliness, but she had heard the news. A beam of hope blossomed in her chest.
Perhaps life would go on as it should.
Ashlesha turned to face the two Imperials, smiling slightly. "Welcome, Sirus and Surasa, to the Viridian Labyrinth," he said, whisking his tail around him. It brushed along the dense foliage of the undergrowth, churning the air with the scent of moss and pollen, of living things.
He beckoned the Imperials to follow him. They were approaching the Clan territory, and he wasn't sure if they had visited recently, since all the political changes. But the City had been updated with the news, of Aria's birth and of her future as the Clan leader. The scandal itself had not been publicly broadcasted, but it was possible that the Clan visitors were well aware. It was a rocky time for visitors, but this was a special occasion.
And besides, Surasa was a close friend of several Clanmates - she and her mate were not just random strangers invited into their home. Snorting loudly to clear his mind, he continued onwards.
"Gather beneath the Willow, Clanmates!" a voice called out, clear and loud. It belonged to the slim body of a WildClaw, Marcus. As the Clan ambassador, he had taken up the duty of making the announcement, but the words were awkward in his mouth. He realized he had forgotten half of the Clan call. This was not something he had done before.
His tail swished behind him, slightly embarrassed, but he tried to hide that.
"As you may have heard, we are expecting visitors in the Clan. Two Imperials, Sirus and Surasa, from our allied City in the Plaguelands. They will be nesting here, and while they are with us, you are to treat them with as much respect as you would a regular Clan member."
He winced at the words. Perhaps that wasn't the best statement after the so recent fracture in their Clan. But it was too late to rephrase. Instead of drawing attention to his choice of words, he continued.
"Many of you might have may remember Surasa from before, as she is the City's tea master, and as such, trades with our Clan quite frequently. Show our guests the wonder of Nature while they are here, but please be mindful - they are here for their hatchlings, not to sight-see! If you have any questions, please speak with anyone on the Councils.
"May you go with clarity!" he finished to the warm cheer of his Clanmates.
Phew, he thought to himself as he turned to face the rest of the Council Majora, gathered behind him. How did Sonata always do it? I couldn't get used to that if they paid me in lamb chops!
@Crobbin I hope this is a good start! :)
