A smile lingered on her lips as Igbo’s intention was made clear. She had thought correct to anticipate the conversation that beckoned; the one that had already ensued without her.
Damn raven. Silently, she cursed the bird’s corpse from where she sat.
“We’ve all got similar opinions, then,” she disclosed, speaking only once both men had given their piece. “I’ve been considering Kopec’s proposal since Tunglid informed me of the Empire’s state. She came to us once a while ago with the same intentions; it doesn’t surprise me that she hasn’t let go. She was very adamant before, as well.” Perhaps they were foolish not to have heeded her; to try and stay the hand of fate, like she begged them to do. Ironic, really.
“What I envisioned for this collective was something simple and lasting: a rank for leadership, a rank for our members, and a rank for the young ones.” Her eyes shifted to Tunglid briefly. “I don’t know how much my companion shared, but he and I intend to continue leading those we’ve gathered. If we merge, things’ll stay the same in that regard.
“But there’s something else I want to make clear: I’m not seeking sovereignty over a collective, nor am I looking to be ruled. All I want is to protect my home, and my brethren.” Her gaze cast over the two cowled men at her side, each in turn. “My equals.” She could speak for neither of them, so she hadn’t—but her stance had been made amply clear. Morwen looked back to Igbo.
“I’m not opposed to sharing a council between the four of us—provided we treat the rest of our members as our equals, not our subordinates.”
Two years spent under tyranny had been more than enough. She had suffered amply as a child, and did not intend to spend her latter years under circumstances even reminiscent of her time as a whelp. Taking up dominance would only make her no better than Gareth; endorsing it would be just the same.
Jun 04, 2018 09:52 PM — Post #15
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