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Time Of Day: Morning
When Shula slammed her hands down on the table, Arakiel blinked, almost turning. Hanging on every word, she wondered if what she had to say was so remarkable that it warranted such a passionate display... and utter insolence towards all the Firsts and Seconds present. But as she listened, Arakiel was truly amazed. She had trained and exercised with the girl, broken fast with her, and they had even gone shopping together with a number of times. But this was the first time they were all getting to see how diplomatic and judicious the girl could be, transcending every Leader and Second in the room in both eloquence and logic. For that alone made Arakiel grin. A surge of pride filled her at that moment.
It appears the girl will have to be rehabilitated in authority protocol, Arakiel added to her meeting notes in her computer, She may not understand the consequences of overstepping as of yet.
It was imperceptibly ironic that Shula did not trust humans, for, at that moment, her heart echoed the sentiments of a human. Having lived among them for two decades, she would know. Arakiel was the type of demoness to reveal similar viewpoints, but only favored to do it in secret, as her own father, the former Second, would have done--Council the Leader behind the eyes and ears of the others so as to not inadvertently and candidly disclose a vulnerability before their own dormant rivals, the sleeping dragons. Shula was correct, however. The other leaders were spending far too much time playing around as if the lives of their people were some sort of game. It was pathetically disgraceful. Arakeil waited for a breath before clearing her throat after another sip of coffee and gesturing with her eyes for Shula to apologize or leave the room, a gesture which only the two of them knew.
"Spare the girl her foolishness, my Lord, but she also has a point," she added afterward, "the Seconds should lead the mission into the Quarantine Zone. And if anything should happen to me, I dare say she may have the potential to become Second after me." It was something Arakiel had been considering for quite some time as Shula and herself grew closer over the years. Arakiel had no demon heirs, and her descendants, half-demons, would not be welcomed to the position. To declare it publicly was a big deal.
Interactions: @GreenPhoenix3 | @happydeath
Mentions: @Vague o3 @Abroxis @ArgonianScum
Time Of Day: Morning
When Shula slammed her hands down on the table, Arakiel blinked, almost turning. Hanging on every word, she wondered if what she had to say was so remarkable that it warranted such a passionate display... and utter insolence towards all the Firsts and Seconds present. But as she listened, Arakiel was truly amazed. She had trained and exercised with the girl, broken fast with her, and they had even gone shopping together with a number of times. But this was the first time they were all getting to see how diplomatic and judicious the girl could be, transcending every Leader and Second in the room in both eloquence and logic. For that alone made Arakiel grin. A surge of pride filled her at that moment.
It appears the girl will have to be rehabilitated in authority protocol, Arakiel added to her meeting notes in her computer, She may not understand the consequences of overstepping as of yet.
It was imperceptibly ironic that Shula did not trust humans, for, at that moment, her heart echoed the sentiments of a human. Having lived among them for two decades, she would know. Arakiel was the type of demoness to reveal similar viewpoints, but only favored to do it in secret, as her own father, the former Second, would have done--Council the Leader behind the eyes and ears of the others so as to not inadvertently and candidly disclose a vulnerability before their own dormant rivals, the sleeping dragons. Shula was correct, however. The other leaders were spending far too much time playing around as if the lives of their people were some sort of game. It was pathetically disgraceful. Arakeil waited for a breath before clearing her throat after another sip of coffee and gesturing with her eyes for Shula to apologize or leave the room, a gesture which only the two of them knew.
"Spare the girl her foolishness, my Lord, but she also has a point," she added afterward, "the Seconds should lead the mission into the Quarantine Zone. And if anything should happen to me, I dare say she may have the potential to become Second after me." It was something Arakiel had been considering for quite some time as Shula and herself grew closer over the years. Arakiel had no demon heirs, and her descendants, half-demons, would not be welcomed to the position. To declare it publicly was a big deal.
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