She heard the calls, both of them. Voudou paced back and forth, keeping her distance for now. How could she really be expected to join the meeting if Mast didn't even know she was back? Then again, if he were to later find out she had been lurking and avoided the meeting altogether things could be worse. Eventually she stopped and simply stared in the direction she should be headed, the Mother Tree, that beautiful plant that seemed to hold all the life and spirit of the entire territory. A snort and an eye roll later the black vixen finally moved off with a grumpy, stiff walk that had her feet landing heavy and firm against the ground.
Because of her indecisivness Voudou was late, and it appeared that her once small herd had grown quite a bit. Her eyes scanned, looking for familiar faces of any sort. Sidra, Mast... that silver mare with the weird accent. What was her name again? Something that started with W, didn't matter too much. What really surprised the cold mare was the seemingly endless flurry of children (or younger horses at least). Where did all these brats come from anyway?
Her legs pulled her forward and the fae planted herself just outside the group, hoping to go unnoticed by most. Of course, she hadn't heard anything anyone had said at this point, but she also didn't care as she wasn't planning on contributing.
Because of her indecisivness Voudou was late, and it appeared that her once small herd had grown quite a bit. Her eyes scanned, looking for familiar faces of any sort. Sidra, Mast... that silver mare with the weird accent. What was her name again? Something that started with W, didn't matter too much. What really surprised the cold mare was the seemingly endless flurry of children (or younger horses at least). Where did all these brats come from anyway?
Her legs pulled her forward and the fae planted herself just outside the group, hoping to go unnoticed by most. Of course, she hadn't heard anything anyone had said at this point, but she also didn't care as she wasn't planning on contributing.
