i don't dance, don't ask......i'll be over here, oh here..
She is so close that the noise reverberates through her eardrums in an almost painful manner. The Queen doth call, Sarkis thinks with a soft smile, and flits from her grazing towards the Khaleesi.
She finds the meeting place not yet full, and that surprises her. Where are all her Sisters? She wonders as she settles in place, somewhere in what she considers the front. She wanted to see, not just hear, because the excitement was static on the air. When Lagertha begins, Sarkis turns her ears forward, discontinuing her eavesdropping and trying her best to focus. What she does notice and observe is that Lagertha no longer wears her General horns. She stands before them a simple grey mare, accompanied by a young colt. Had the khaleesi even been pregnant? How had that slipped her notice, well whatever she had done to hide it, she had done well.
Getting right down to the point, their Queen has words for them, information that requires action to be taken. Make an alliance, choose a side. Which side though? She turns her gaze to the ground as Lagertha finishes, thinking over their two options. The Chamber or the Gates, right or wrong, because of course she had an opinion on what the right thing to do was. The Chamber had burned the Gates tree, their garden, the news had spread like wildfire. The act was simply unthinkable to the young roan mare, how could anyone with a conscience do such a thing? How could they as a Kingdom choose the Chamber? How could they not? Was helping the Gates a suicide mission?
She raked the ground absently, tracing lines of no meaning with her hoof. The more she thought about it, the more complicated her decision making dilemma grew. The outcome of this meeting not only affected the Sisters, but also the Dale. Shouldn’t they be having a say also? She ponders, hazel eyes unfocused on the Jungle floor. If they chose the Gates, they would be doing the morally right thing, simple as that. However, they risked the destruction that could befall them if they went up against the forest kingdom. Choosing the Chamber would cast them all in a dark light, whether they cared, whether they liked it or not. It would potentially spare the lives of her Sisters, of the Dale peoples, for the time being.
Biting her lip, she steps forward a pace, speaking loud enough so that she is heard but her voice does not boom or carry far. “Though morally I am conflicted with my decision...For the good of the Sisters, and for the Dales people we have allied with, I choose Chamber.” Again she falls silent, waiting to hear what the others had to say.