Sil flew low and made agitated sounds, so Fenna held out her arm for the falcon to land. Even though the bombardments didn't reach the city, this was out of the comfort zone of the bird, but she trusted Fenna enough to stay with her. When Zell spoke. Fenna rose her eyebrows at his confession about not being allowed in the Guildhouse anymore. "I'll see about sorting that out when we have a chance. If I can get you back in, you owe me a beer." What in the world had he done to lose access to that place? She shook her head, the sad thing was that the words didn't even surprise her.
Many important people were gathered and it was strange to think she was invited to a meeting like this, somehow being important herself. Never in her life had she considered herself important enough to ever attend a meeting on this scale. And here she was.
Despite being indoors, Sil seemed more at ease with the fewer impressions of the siege within these walls. She let James and Adam to the talking, there was very little to add to their explanation.
"I don't see why not," Fenna said to MacKensie and told the people she had woken up and a weapon had been in her stone box and that she didn't know how she had obtained it, but that it wasn't in her possession back on Earth.
She smiled at Barracker when he stood tall and proclaimed his trust in them. An ally, a friend, it was good to have Barracker with them.
Fenna looked at the Alarm Receivers that were put on the table. One for each. She mulled over the words spoken. Garrison captains? She was fairly sure she was considered an offensive class, so it was likely that part applies to her as well. She didn't want to think too much about it, but at the same time she felt a confidence she would never have dreamed of before. If that was the task for her, she'd do it. She reached out to take one of the Alarm Receivers, examined and put it in her pouch.
"If we are no longer needed here," Fenna said softly as it seemed that all was said that needed to be said, and her eyes moved to Lucy, "can we finish our business in the Guildhouse?"
Many important people were gathered and it was strange to think she was invited to a meeting like this, somehow being important herself. Never in her life had she considered herself important enough to ever attend a meeting on this scale. And here she was.
Despite being indoors, Sil seemed more at ease with the fewer impressions of the siege within these walls. She let James and Adam to the talking, there was very little to add to their explanation.
"I don't see why not," Fenna said to MacKensie and told the people she had woken up and a weapon had been in her stone box and that she didn't know how she had obtained it, but that it wasn't in her possession back on Earth.
She smiled at Barracker when he stood tall and proclaimed his trust in them. An ally, a friend, it was good to have Barracker with them.
Fenna looked at the Alarm Receivers that were put on the table. One for each. She mulled over the words spoken. Garrison captains? She was fairly sure she was considered an offensive class, so it was likely that part applies to her as well. She didn't want to think too much about it, but at the same time she felt a confidence she would never have dreamed of before. If that was the task for her, she'd do it. She reached out to take one of the Alarm Receivers, examined and put it in her pouch.
"If we are no longer needed here," Fenna said softly as it seemed that all was said that needed to be said, and her eyes moved to Lucy, "can we finish our business in the Guildhouse?"