The Valkyries had once been a glorious nation. They had once a force that was both feared and revered. Their glory days, however, were long since past if only because of the fashion in which they bickered like children. They were broken and cracked, no long a seamless army that trusted in one another and it was this that was their weakness. Courant had given them a chance, she had revived their Jungle wonderland and reinstated their kingdom all the while giving them the opportunity to prove just how serious they were about their kingdom. Would they mule about, quarrel amongst themselves and resent their goddess or would they make something of themselves, pull themselves together and regain their united front? The buckskin girl hoped it would be the latter but unfortunately such optimism quickly went down the drain. Verily knew just which word to say to get a rise out of the members of the sisterhood. She knew how to taunt and coerce and yet, despite her blasphemy, she held a single nugget of wisdom. Sasha had once been a valiant queen and the demise of the forest was certainly not due to her poor leadership. It was Courant's wrath that had brought the flooding waves and ravenous rains to the jungle, Serafina would be the first to agree to this. But she was also vaguely aware of the reasoning behind her goddess' actions which was certainly a redeeming factor that was being overlooked. Still, she wasn't about to voice such thoughts, knowing very well that it would insight an argument and so, instead, she offered the watery deity a softened gaze as if the mortal girl was attempting to reassure Courant not to pay any heed to the hash monologue spouted from the non-believers mouth.
And with that, the angelic female turned her attention to the matter at hand. Her ears swiveled attentively, listening too to the offered insight from the outsider who had gathered them all together. It was true, in Serafina's eyes, and she too firmly believed that in order to be an effective group a cohesion of the their past and something entirely novel was necessary to give way to a beautiful future. The buckskin girl had always existed on the periphery of the group, even when she was a member of their ranks and so, while it might not have necessarily been her place to offer such advice, she did so with only minor hesitation. Serafina had grown as an individual, a Valkyrie, a Guardian and a Southerner to find her opinions, as rare as they were, should, at the very least, be taken into consideration. "Sasha," Her voice was soft as her stormy grey eyes searched for those of her former queen. "I think of you as a magnificent senate leader and queen. I really do. However, I too think it may be time for change." Her head cocked inquisitively to the side in almost a contemplative manner. "I nominate Shysie as our future queen. She was always steadfast in our ranks, her faith was unyielding, and she was always dedicated to our cause. She would be a new queen but someone who is well ingrained in our sisterhood." Serafina paused, hesitating almost uncertainly before adding, "Perhaps we could place Sasha at the right hand of our new found queen either way, to advise her on any matters that she may be uncertain of." It was a compromise of an suggestion, one that took into consideration both Primonetta and Verily and while compromise was necessary, the kitten couldn't help the strange anxiety within her that suggested she would be met with disagreement.
