Dragoncrest Cliffs for day is near, the moon is set

Naturally, Chacal had mixed feelings regarding her promotion, but she did her best to remain optimistic. The responsibility now bestowed upon her wasn't simply a matter of legacy and inheritance, though she worried some might think it to be so. She had to believe, though, that Erzulie and Rosalyn had chosen her because they saw the future of Sapphique thriving with her as a part of the leadership. She could only hope she did not disappoint them. 

Her excitement was mixed with apprehension. She wished her mothers could simply live forever, and keep Sapphique exactly the way it was. The peppering of grey fur and the crease of fine lines she did not notice, as they adorned the faces she had loved so dearly since birth. Still, there was a tangible riptide that loomed, subtle but frightening. She loathed the idea that it might one day sweep those she loved away from her. 

She heard the voices of her packmates, and tried to allow her emotions to be buoyed by their confidence, though she felt some of her own confidence waver. She sat still as a laurel was placed upon her crown, but the words 

de sea chooses you

Stirred a memory that might have made her stiffen a bit. @Valravn. Where was her brother now? She missed him, especially now. What would he think to know she had been chosen to lead Sapphique? Would he have scorned her or congratulated her? Or would he return, one day, to challenge her?

She took a deep breath, and could not allow herself to be so troubled. She exhaled and smiled somewhat nervously, before she straightened up a bit. She would have to do this. She would have to fit the crown that was placed upon her head and not bow beneath its weight. Words were not her strength, especially when under pressure. But the phrase she had uttered many times before came to mind, and floated upon a gentle, memorable melody. 

"Sapphique toujours."