The Sentinels If—

she remained motionless as he beckoned her, observing him and considering her response in silence. emaleth was rarely quick to speak or act, for she believed that such things carried weight-- and one must be sure of and accept their consequences before committing. she thought this was a moment that would define her. what kind of leader she might choose to be. for some things of this were decided already for her-- that she was young and inexperienced, a mayfair, a witch.

she could choose to decline his invitation, or seek to assert her dominance over him. she could be the hard edge in balance to the soft embrace that was her sister. she could show tooth or she could show empathy.

emaleth moved to him, though kept space between them for her own comfort-- and lay, paws elegantly crossed. her head remained high, and she considered him further, making note of his features and scent. "ser," she answered by way of second greeting, "i do not believe we have met."