Blackfeather Woods DB: The First Consult

She had not been summoned before, well, not for the reasons that she was. Technically, she had never finished the dark sister training, but yet again, Kove had not done any training to speak of, so it wasn't like she was in some way cheating the system.. well at least she hoped she wasn't. But she would have to complete all five lessons if she wanted to be the Assassin mentor at all. While deep in though, her gaze met Kove's before prying her eyes away. It was hard to concentrate after the events that had occurred between them, and even more awkward since such feelings between them were unknown to the Alpha before them. 

Silently, her peripherals noted Kove's gaze about the room, and the mess it was in. She had cleaned as much as she could of Kendra's mess though the dye itself had already seeped into the ground they stood on. She had not been furious, but made the girl known to what exactly she had done and how disrespectfully to the Keep it was. Kendra would not be making the mistake again, that was for sure. Pups of her age did what makes them happy, and playing with the dye had amused the little girl, something she could not blame. She nodded at the apology, though Kendra had clearly been apologetic about it herself. She almost smiled when Burke had mentioned Kendra making a new dye in replacement, though she wasn't sure if Burke knew she had been present and that it was kind of her idea. Though, it didn't matter to her. Kendra was accepting responsibility, which greatly pleased her.

She had never embraced her family's Greek culture nor its beliefs though sometimes she found herself thanking the god for what she had been given. Her name in itself was a tribute to the law seeking goddess, Nemesis though until Blackfeather had introduced her to religion she had never taken time to acknowledge her patron goddess. But despite that, she knew that Mephala was tied to the Fates, as apart of the Greek culture. Blackfeather itself did not fall under the culture she was raised in but followed a path of it's own, one which she found herself embracing more and more each day. Her head lowered slightly on it's own accord as Kove prayed, his words speaking not just for himself but for every soul that inhabited Blackfeather's ranks. "έστω," she recited under her breath, remembering the translation from her childhood teachings. It was the first time she had spoken the language since joining Blackfeather, and in that moment, she shocked herself. They had closed prayer with it, the simple phrase yet a piece of her childhood came rushing back to her.

 Shaking herself from the moment of deja vu, her refocused attention was set on Burke. The subject matter of their meeting was one that she hoped involvement the re-printing of their marks. Shockingly, she paint had appeared to be rubbing off as she woke one morning, as it turned out, it wasn't so permanent after all. But she craved for something more, perhaps a mission outside of Blackfeather as an official member of the brotherhood.