Maybe something would come of today. Maybe it would just be brother and sister imaging things that would be nothing more than fantasy and day dream. Either way Deirdre was delighted with how the day was going, a very successful beach day for the Svend if you asked her. This was the Ronin she knew and loved, a lion either in power or figuring out his way to get it. A lion going to do anything, push any buttons or climb any mountain to reach a goal. Not encumbered by politics, by broken hearts. He was almost unkind, he was selfish, and Deirdre was glad to have him back.

It's not like I'm that familiar with who Iona and Caillen are. If I mix up and take another child? She smiled sweetly, pulling down the veil of innocence and saintliness. Ooops.

She tried to pick up on the names and places which Ronin dropped as he went through their few options. And there were some at least, but not without pesky tangles and nothing easy and quick to go grab up some support. She lightly hummed and bit at her lip, clearly thinking. There was still the pesky neutrality that the Plains leaders wanted so badly. What Deirdre wanted to see, what needed to happen, was far from neutral. We should get ourselves some fancy ranks from your ruler friend. Who knows who we can meet with those?

@ronin

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Leave it to the Svend siblings to have a family day at the beach and then spend it huddled close whispering schemes for the future. They were an odd family…but a loyal one. As bizarre as the day was turning, Ronin did not mind, in fact, he was actually cheering up a bit, content to sit in the sand with his sister. It was also nice to feel like himself. It seemed he had turned himself into something he wasn’t by staying in the Mire as long as he had.

Her words would come and he would snort softly, while yes that could certainly be said for Caillen, if she couldn’t figure out who Iona was just by appearance then they were in more trouble than he thought. He’d place a paw on her own. Patience, we will have our chance to steal children. I think these two will come willingly.He was not above stealing, but he didn’t want to have to steal his own children. Save that for when it was really needed. It would reveal colors and motive that he was not yet ready to reveal to the Mire King and Queen.

He would listen as she hummed, clearly deep in thought. He waited patiently and when she spoke he would smirk. Fight for it. If that’s what you desire…Not even Ghyslaine will hand out ranks for free, sis. He knew that a high rank came with the possibility of recruiting, but that had to be done very carefully, else they would just be recruiting for the Plains- not themselves. Once I am healed, I will go for another Pride….Any places you like in particular? He asked, grinning and nodding back to the map, filling in the rest of the prides he knew about.




@Deirdre

Her features are soft and she considers what @Ronin has said. Normally I'd be disappointed we don't get to steal someone. She points out, attention driving outwards into the rolling waves and seabirds flying around overhead. She thought of these kids whom she barely knew yet, her family. But them? I'm more glad they want to come with you. Of course she's pleased to hear her brother might have his children back in his life without it turning to bloodshed. He's already lost one child after all... The others wanting to be with him over their mother had to be the closest thing to healing that he could get for the loss. And even then it wasn't going to be enough.

She cannot resist saying what first comes to her mind as their scheming continues. She is rarely one to withhold thoughts but especially not from Ronin. The Mire. She boldly suggests with a deep throttling chuckle and villainous look upon her features. It would be the sweetest victory the siblings could earn after all. But one they'd have to earn day and day again after. It would entangle them both deep into these politics forever more. I'm teasing. A paw reaches over to jab into his side. Mostly she was teasing, but more than a little curious what his reaction would be.

I want somewhere that you want to be, that we'll thrive in. You'll know what pride that is better than me.

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He was relieved his sister wasn’t disappointed that they wouldn’t have to steal his children, her soft features making him relax. He would smile both happy and sad that they wanted to come with him. What if I fail them…like Mirari? He asked quietly, speaking his deceased daughters name as a low whisper. It was a doubt that ached at him, that had his chest tighten with unease. What if taking them from Slaine caused them to die too?

He would snort at her bold suggestion, Im tired of the mud and muck. He would point out, besides, it would not do your fur good. He teased, grinning at her chuckle and diabolical expression. It would be all too funny to uproot the long seated King, to cause anarchy and chaos to those that called it home…but it was full of memories that he did not want to remember. Her words of teasing would make his smile, forgetting his painful thoughts. Sure you are. He joked as she jabbed a paw into his side. Jaws snapped playfully at the paw, her next words making him frown. The beach does sound nice… He teased, so do the Plains and the Hollow. He commented, noting them on the map if it needed to be added.

Suddenly, he would shift, stretching his paws and ruining his terrible map. Am I getting…soft? He would ask, seriously. Leveling her with his mismatched gaze with a pointed look. He wanted her honesty, did she like how he had changed over the years? Or had he grown too soft for the Svend name?


@Deirdre.