New Leadership
Jun. 30th, 2016 05:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonmagitechNo one had seen Cassiodon since a few days before the storm; to no one’s surprise, most of her time with the clan had been spent as far away from all of them as possible. In the aftermath, it had been assumed that she wouldn’t come back. There wasn’t much to return to, after all, except a near-empty warren in the canyon wall and a lot of repairs to be done.
She arrived a week after the storm, slightly more scarred than the last time she’d been here but apparently fine nonetheless.
She stood just at the edge of the clan’s territory, watching them warily–there wasn’t much to block her view down the canyon, and what remained of the clan was spending a lot of time outside, unable to face the damage. Eventually she approached, stopping in front of Nimbletoe.
“You.”
“Me,” said the Mirror. Cassiodon snorted.
“Have you yet decided who will lead us?”
“What?” He blinked up at her. “It’s hardly my decision alone. It’s not really as if any of us are suited for the role, anyway, I mean look at—”
“Good. I have brought something.”
There had been a bundle tied to her back; it was so small no one had spotted it until attention was drawn to it. She removed it and set it none too carefully on the ground. With a faint clink, it unfolded.
It was a young Fae, glittering like stone.
“I found her outside,” Cassiodon said, not bothering to specify. “She fought a harpy. She could not win yet she fought.”
Nimbletoe nodded. “I…think I understand.” He looked down at the Fae. “She’s only a little one. She’ll need training before she can properly lead us. But…I’ve sent for someone, from up by the Spire, the child of one of their leaders. Perhaps together they can manage.”
“Good.”
She arrived a week after the storm, slightly more scarred than the last time she’d been here but apparently fine nonetheless.
She stood just at the edge of the clan’s territory, watching them warily–there wasn’t much to block her view down the canyon, and what remained of the clan was spending a lot of time outside, unable to face the damage. Eventually she approached, stopping in front of Nimbletoe.
“You.”
“Me,” said the Mirror. Cassiodon snorted.
“Have you yet decided who will lead us?”
“What?” He blinked up at her. “It’s hardly my decision alone. It’s not really as if any of us are suited for the role, anyway, I mean look at—”
“Good. I have brought something.”
There had been a bundle tied to her back; it was so small no one had spotted it until attention was drawn to it. She removed it and set it none too carefully on the ground. With a faint clink, it unfolded.
It was a young Fae, glittering like stone.
“I found her outside,” Cassiodon said, not bothering to specify. “She fought a harpy. She could not win yet she fought.”
Nimbletoe nodded. “I…think I understand.” He looked down at the Fae. “She’s only a little one. She’ll need training before she can properly lead us. But…I’ve sent for someone, from up by the Spire, the child of one of their leaders. Perhaps together they can manage.”
“Good.”
