Lioness of Prideless
Played by dusk


A shame, he responded, we are both here and that is what matters. Arsynia nodded, but couldn't shake the pit in her stomach. The reaffirmation of the Tollaire's presence in Aesseldar threw a fork in a path she was not yet ready to split. Arsynia had operated on her own volitions for so long: forged her own allies and enemies, walked her own path. But now she'd have to bare another name, another face; she could no longer be anonymous. And she could no longer be in the same place of power that she had once wanted. It was almost easier to bare the weight of the Tollaire name alone. Now, she'd had all eyes upon her, and she needed now more than ever to decide if she was going to shirk at the responsibility, or shine through blisteringly bright.

“Join me,” she finally declared, after long moments of breathy silence, “let the Tollaire no longer remain fractured and blighted.” She'd had little idea of where to start yet. The idea of claiming a pride for their family was something farther off—Kaden himself had warned of the chaos that would soon erupted upon the exodus of lions spilling into the lands. Arsynia knew now, at least, to wait in the shadow and bide her time, to see if they could find anymore of their family hidden among the masses.


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