08-31-2020, 08:33 PM
The rise and fall of another, and as the seasons change, there is a modern for change within the Pitt; no one could really see to it that the ardent would step down, step away from such a place. Yet it was the Vicar that had called the meeting this turn-around. Jack had stepped towards the meeting and in time the news was had, there was little time for shock. Gael was very pragmatic, and the news was cutthroat. Simple- dry. The Pitt was a brutal pace and for all members it was set; there was no difference in it's people.
"congradulations, Gale", Jack would also call out towards the fox. Ice eyes closing in a slow bling as he dipped his head. it were a small sign of trust, but there was still a doubt, a linger in the back of Jack's head: such a sudden shift- silent had seemed to invested with the clan, with the place and he had set this place up for war, for blood and raids once again- to leave so simply? It was... Well, it was disappointing. Loyalty was such a strong concept to the half mor: watching another walk away from their own reign seemed lackluster, and to do so without a word...
"lets hope you're reign last longer than the last, hmm?" was there a sneer in his voice? No, but his voice sounded a lot more cold to the familiar ear that begged to listen into it, a touch mocking, towards the last leader or a "well" wish for the new ardent. He remained standing alongside the crowd, thoughts tumultuous, yet his body language remained that of an aloof mask. Time would tell, for best or worse. It were only a matter of time.
"congradulations, Gale", Jack would also call out towards the fox. Ice eyes closing in a slow bling as he dipped his head. it were a small sign of trust, but there was still a doubt, a linger in the back of Jack's head: such a sudden shift- silent had seemed to invested with the clan, with the place and he had set this place up for war, for blood and raids once again- to leave so simply? It was... Well, it was disappointing. Loyalty was such a strong concept to the half mor: watching another walk away from their own reign seemed lackluster, and to do so without a word...
"lets hope you're reign last longer than the last, hmm?" was there a sneer in his voice? No, but his voice sounded a lot more cold to the familiar ear that begged to listen into it, a touch mocking, towards the last leader or a "well" wish for the new ardent. He remained standing alongside the crowd, thoughts tumultuous, yet his body language remained that of an aloof mask. Time would tell, for best or worse. It were only a matter of time.