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**as the martyr passes judgment, the soloist unfurls the full length of her arch'd neck to elevate patrician crania to a height revealing momentary tension. upon receiving her own small ration of judgment and finding it relatively benign, the slight apprehension passes, though wariness is maintained, as is suspected would be the wiser course of action when in the presence of the martyr. ranks are not an infallible method of measuring the strength of one's character, but often they prove quite accurate, and the chestnut seems to instinctively command respect, higher rank or not**
.opinions.
**while gratified that as of yet the chestnut finds no wrong in the spirit and actions of the ashen vocalist, the latter is little satisfied with the judgment passed on her head. while she would not dare to press the superior guard for a better opinion, actions speak with more eloquence than words - that is, providing the actions are executed with wisdom. i am not anxious to throw myself prostrate at your feet, for i am quite sure you would not scorn to tread all over me, but let us see if i can prove my worth to you over time**
.there is no cause for haste.
**while the thought of neutrality rests uneasy on her mind, for she would prefer it firmly and unmistakably on the side for the better, to hasten the delib'rate and painstakingly intricate process of judgment and - dare i hope? - partnership in the future, however distant or unlikely, would be sheer folly. a melodious whistle is her parting 'comment,' and a simple but expressive dip of her regal visage accompanies it. not given to excessively demonstrative displays, her respect is sparingly given, but it appears that in the case of the martyr, it is quickly earned and in unusually generous amounts for the silver-tongued wraith**
.exit.
**exit the lonely soloist, continue the symphony. but who may tell when an encore is demanded? a glance is swept over the figures remaining, both those who have found a favored place in the mind of the chestnut and those whom had been found dubious or unacceptable. she herself lingers between both regions, for interest can easily be swayed in either direction. caution would be advisable in proceeding, i believe. till next we meet, worthy martyr**
~siren~