Broken Antler Fen baby you've got me sick, i don't know what i did

Aria smiles dully at her friends comment, shrugging. "It's all the 'magick'," she says, pronouncing magic somewhat strangley-- for she's never actually believed in it. The word is something she's heard Deirdre use often, but never quite understood it. "Donnelaith is a pack built from the Mayfairs. All of their weird ways transfer to the entire pack. I think, anyway," she says, shrugging. She pauses, biting her lip. "Deirdre wants to lead Donnelaith," she says quietly, her ears flicking backwards. 

"She is too young, of course, but she is Lasher's daughter. She has a right to claim the throne-- no?" It's somewhat retorical, but it bothers her nonetheless. She worked hard-- and possibly fucked her way up the heirarchy-- but does that not count for anything? Deirdre had no true leadership qualities, she just made friends with everyone she saw. Granted, she was still a pup.