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That morning they had walked. The landens had handled the move, taking care of packing up camp, of leading the march. They'd carried the wounded through the snow, and had scouted ahead until the Blood that were travelling with them had started to behave more like themselves.
And then, on the Consort's orders, they'd travelled farther still, until Yllestad was little more than a bad memory from the day before, completely out of sight. The Blood had been able to help set up camp again, at least, and most had settled in for a few hours to get rest that they hadn't gotten through the night.
Warren hadn't slept yet evening. He should have, he knew, but there was too much on his mind, too much left to oversee, and sleep was a luxury he couldn't afford to enjoy just yet. Not until he shared what he'd been swallowing back since the night before.
That was what this meeting was for, called in one of the larger tents. Karla and her First Circle, less those who were unable to join them in the wake of the smoke. And then certain others, those who weren't of Karla's Court, but who Warren figured needed to hear this all the same.
"I know some of you aren't going to like what I have to say," he said without preamble once everyone had settled. "But we need to use this. We can't let what happened back there just stay back there. It was a tragedy, but it's the tragedy that could very well win us the war. We have to politicize this."
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[OOC: And that's the last of the preplays! Many thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
trigons_child, heromaniac, blondecanary, and especially glacial_witch, who let us trample all over the Northern part of her Territory! Previous posts can be found here, here, here, here, here, here, and here! NFI, NFB, and OOC is love.]
And then, on the Consort's orders, they'd travelled farther still, until Yllestad was little more than a bad memory from the day before, completely out of sight. The Blood had been able to help set up camp again, at least, and most had settled in for a few hours to get rest that they hadn't gotten through the night.
Warren hadn't slept yet evening. He should have, he knew, but there was too much on his mind, too much left to oversee, and sleep was a luxury he couldn't afford to enjoy just yet. Not until he shared what he'd been swallowing back since the night before.
That was what this meeting was for, called in one of the larger tents. Karla and her First Circle, less those who were unable to join them in the wake of the smoke. And then certain others, those who weren't of Karla's Court, but who Warren figured needed to hear this all the same.
"I know some of you aren't going to like what I have to say," he said without preamble once everyone had settled. "But we need to use this. We can't let what happened back there just stay back there. It was a tragedy, but it's the tragedy that could very well win us the war. We have to politicize this."
( Read more... )
[OOC: And that's the last of the preplays! Many thanks to
trigons_child, heromaniac, blondecanary, and especially glacial_witch, who let us trample all over the Northern part of her Territory! Previous posts can be found here, here, here, here, here, here, and here! NFI, NFB, and OOC is love.]
