Cygnus

The library. The place that made him nervous most of all.

He tried his best to keep his unkempt hair neat, but that was always a losing battle, always. Ugh, why was he so incompetent? He finally raised a paw to open the door, lowered it, then raised it again.

No sooner had he mustered the courage to actually turn the knob than it turned itself, and she smacked right into him.

"By the Shadow, I'm so sorry, Bluster!" he gasped, untangling himself.

She laughed and took a stray paper she'd caught in midair from her teeth. She was always so cool about everything. "It's alright, no harm done! I only lost one little note."

A bronze leaf fluttered off her antlers and drifted to the floor.

She set her stack of record books down on the side table next to her and turned to look at him properly--then paused. "You look awful fancy, mister Swan. Going out somewhere?"

"Well, actually, I was wondering if--"

"Bluster! Dear, I'm sorry to interrupt, but those records need to get to the High Council ASAP."

"Of course, Moth!" Bluster turned back to Cygnus. "Hey, sorry, but can we talk later? I'm swamped with work today. Gotta transcribe eight pages of Calliope's lyrics when I get back."

"Yeah, no problem! MaybedoyouwanttocomewithmetotheStarfallIslestonightandwecantalkthere?"

Wow, he actually managed to say it. He was impressed with himself. Good job, Cygnus. Wait, maybe I embarrassed her. I hope I didn't make her feel weird. Ah, gods, I'm such a goof-up.

She didn't look at him weird or laugh. Instead, she smiled bashfully. "Whaaat, for real? I'd love to! I never have time to make it over there. I'll tell Moth I have plans made so he can reorganize the workload. Thanks, Cygnus!" She took up her tomes and papers and shuffled off down the corridor.

Cygnus felt something unusual then. The incessant critic in his head quieted down in surprise. It would pipe back up a few hours later, finding some other reason to nag at him, but for a little while, he felt happy with himself.

The clan's exalting priest. Has the final say on who is exalted, although he takes everyone's wants and needs into consideration. Processes those who are to be exalted and escorts them to the Icewarden. Others tend to not trust him because of his job, though he tries to work as fairly as possible.