[ME] [RQ] alrighty Aphrodite

// but darling you are a river //

Quiet after her speech, she glanced at Zavien, then back at the crowd. There didn’t seem to be any hard feelings, no blistering, harsh outcries after minor disagreements. Smiling at Kaisel, she nodded, ready to assist as well. “I can help too. Just let us know what we need to do.”

Perhaps she was less worried about the skyport with her own ability to fly, or the understanding that there wouldn’t be much negating the Family’s own capabilities – strong, formidable, and determined – which was why they were all in the position they were in now. Regardless, after saying her peace, she settled back quietly into her seat, waiting for the formalities to pass, for discussions to be added, or for all of it to fall into place.

Lena

// but you will never stop; you flow //

Deeds will not be less valiant
because they are unpraised.

His eyes found Koa's with surprise as he joined the group late, having assumed he just wasn't coming. It was even harder to hear that they were of differing opinions, and that his own words may cause the decision to sway away from the other Dragoon's preference for the logistical capabilities in the south. However, Sunjata's words about being infected and his agreeance that nothing would keep them out unless the area was fully protected gave him some reassurance. 

Zavien smiled at Kaisel and Lena's instructions to share where aid might be rendered, then added, "And then consider it done." Because even if their small numbers meant frequent travels and frequent shifts standing watch or guarding the important facets of King's End, that's what they would do. He refused to stand by when there was something he could do to prevent whatever dangers may come.

Zavien

SUNJATA

the flood

anyway, you say you're too busy
saving everybody else to save yourself

“Alright, guess it’s settled then.” Sunjata announces, flashing a smile to all of those in attendance for the meeting even if the decision had been one of the harder ones everyone’s had to make. He takes another sip of his coffee, making mental notes of where to put everyone, when the realization comes that he can figure out who wants to do what now that they have everyone together.

Setting the cup down, he steps away from the center of the platform, reaching for sheets of paper with each of the tasks eloquently written. “Anyone who’s still here and wants to sign up, come and chat with me.” As easy of a dismissal for those that aren’t interested in lingering any longer, before he’s starting to write the names of those that are interested, placing them in the spaces they’d be more willing to do. “And feel free to snag some food and drinks before you go.”

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The Barrows have been chosen!

- FIN

and you don't want no help, oh well
that's the story to tell