I’m new to this whole kingdom-herd-land thing, but I’m pretty sure meetings are kind of important or whatever. So when a voice calls out for everyone to gather together, even if it’s a little wavery and tremulous at first, I shrug and heed the summons. Time to see what this place is made of, I guess. I’m the one who wanted a home, so odds are I’ll be representing my family (holy shit, I think we’re kind of a family. Lovers with a baby on the way, that sounds pretty familyish to me.) for stuff like this. Though, hey, maybe Rhory will want to show too, who knows.
Anyhow, point is. Call rang out and all, so I fall in and answer.
She’s young, this leader, young and apparently brand new to the role. But I like her plans for the place. No ranks, no kingdom bullshit, just home. “I like the sound of that,” I tell her, stepping forward to make myself a little more visible. I’m on the short side, after all. Slight and scruffy and not a whole lot to look at, it wouldn’t be too hard to miss me. Well, if I were quieter anyhow. Right, so I step forward and open my big mouth, as is my usual.
“Politics and whatnot aren’t really my style, you know? But somewhere safe to call home, to raise a family,” and maybe I get a dopey little grin on my face thinking about doing exactly that, “to bring people who could maybe use a little help getting back on their feet when life kicks ‘em down? I like the sound.” I’m about to step back and let someone else take the floor, when I realize these people basically have no idea who I am. “Oh, right. Uh. My name’s Arrya, and I’m kind of new here. And I brought my…” Oh look, that dopey grin’s back, and I think if I could be blushing right now I’d be bright red. As it is, I duck my head and smile. “My Rhory, along too. Tall, spotty, kinda the sweetest guy ever. We just showed up, so. Hi, I guess.”
Anyhow, point is. Call rang out and all, so I fall in and answer.
She’s young, this leader, young and apparently brand new to the role. But I like her plans for the place. No ranks, no kingdom bullshit, just home. “I like the sound of that,” I tell her, stepping forward to make myself a little more visible. I’m on the short side, after all. Slight and scruffy and not a whole lot to look at, it wouldn’t be too hard to miss me. Well, if I were quieter anyhow. Right, so I step forward and open my big mouth, as is my usual.
“Politics and whatnot aren’t really my style, you know? But somewhere safe to call home, to raise a family,” and maybe I get a dopey little grin on my face thinking about doing exactly that, “to bring people who could maybe use a little help getting back on their feet when life kicks ‘em down? I like the sound.” I’m about to step back and let someone else take the floor, when I realize these people basically have no idea who I am. “Oh, right. Uh. My name’s Arrya, and I’m kind of new here. And I brought my…” Oh look, that dopey grin’s back, and I think if I could be blushing right now I’d be bright red. As it is, I duck my head and smile. “My Rhory, along too. Tall, spotty, kinda the sweetest guy ever. We just showed up, so. Hi, I guess.”