when oceans rise [open, seeking a mentor]

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    She adored the river, particularly the salmon within it. They were tricky to find sometimes, but she loved the taste and the challenge of dipping into the water and snatching them in her jaws. Lying in the warm sand beside the clear expanse, she lazily watched the sleek pink forms wriggling past, wondering over the contemplative quiet that had fallen over the Clan since the Sovereign had passed. Would the Clan recover from a blow like this? She'd not even been given a mentor in the craziness.


    Her sisters were busy as aristocrats, though she had been passed over. Why? What was so wrong with her that she couldn't protect the Clan just as well as her sisters? Her mother had decided that she would remain just a simple apprentice. Well, it didn't matter. All she needed was a good mentor and her mother would notice her at last.


    She looked at her reflection in the river for a moment, taking in the glittering of her golden scales. Worthless! Her tail slapped the water ferociously, obliterating the image she saw there in the river. She heaved herself to her feet, her legs itching with the urge to do something. She wanted to fight something, or hunt something.


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    [abbr=paisley amarion-ferraresi - female - 29 moons - alchemist and regent of the anathema - single - heterosexual - cheetah main body - shapeshifting, the sight, telepathy, eyes can glow]information[/abbr] - battle tags - other
    //pais could perhaps mentor her..?


    paisley was nearby, the negative energy flooding over her like a wave. she stepped out from hiding, looking braenix over almost indifferently. it would take a long time, even for such a cheerful person as she was, to get over the loss of her love. she knew it wasn't his time. not even close. it wasn't fair at all.
    the regent flicked an ear, saying softly, " braenix, what's on your mind? "

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    ((I would love that, if you are willing. :3))


    Braenix flicked her tail irritably, sending wood shards and dust flying into the air as she cut a small divot into a nearby pine tree. She paced back and forth beside the river, prowling with clear agitation.


    "I don't know," she hissed, swatting a rock into the water as she continued. "It's all so wrong! My uncle cannot have died from something as ridiculous as a rockfall, while my mother is withdrawing from all of us so she can be the leader of all the Anathema, and do you know what is the worst of it all? I can't focus on any of it, because all I can think about are the promotions. My mother passed over me for promotion and promoted my sisters, like I was some irksome kit."


    The golden dragon skidded to a halt, scattering sand across her black claws. Sitting there in the dirt, she hung her head, kneading the earth as she tried to control herself.


    "Does that make me a terrible person?" she whimpered, tears dripping down the scales of her cheeks.


    It was at that moment that she finally recognized the voice that had spoken to her. Her eyes snapped open and she jumped backward, spinning around to look at Paisley. Dipping her head respectfully, Braenix tried to settle herself.


    "I am so sorry, Lord Regent Paisley," she gushed. "Please accept my deepest apologies. I didn't realize that it was you."
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    [abbr=paisley amarion-ferraresi - female - 29 moons - alchemist and regent of the anathema - single - heterosexual - cheetah main body - shapeshifting, the sight, telepathy, eyes can glow]information[/abbr] - battle tags - other


    the faintest traces of a smile graced her maw, and she shook her head slowly. " i know how you feel. braenix, a promotion isnt a judge of character. as long as you believe you can, you can do great things, just like your mother and uncle. you need not apologize, dear. you shouldn't be afraid to come to me if you ever need someone to talk to, okay? " paisley came close to her, attempting to reach out and draw her close as she added, " tell you what. how would you to have a mentor? i would be delighted, princess braenix valdis. " and the corners of her mouth pulled back to finally unearth her warm smile. the fire in the young dragon's aura reminded her a lot of herself when she was her age.

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    She listened to Paisley's words politely, her head still bowed as her mother had taught her was proper when she was in trouble. The odd thing was that the cheetah didn't seem upset with her. The apprentice released a held breath in relief at the gentle tone. With things as they were, she could very well make her situation worse if she threw a tantrum like that in front of the others. Her cheeks felt hot at the idea of Rin having overheard any of that, and she resolved to keep such thoughts quieter in the future, just in case.


    Braenix lifted her head in surprise at the regent's offer, excitement burning in her eyes as the cheetah pulled her close. It was a great honor to be trained by someone of such stature in the Clan, and she was beyond thrilled, but she tried to downplay it for the sake of her dignity. Swallowing past the dryness in her throat, she dipped her head again in thanks.


    "I would be honored," she accepted, her voice wavering with suppressed emotion. "Thank you so much!"


    When she looked back up again, her eyes were shining with eagerness.


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    [abbr=paisley amarion-ferraresi - female - 29 moons - alchemist and regent of the anathema - single - heterosexual - cheetah main body - shapeshifting, the sight, telepathy, eyes can glow]information[/abbr] - battle tags - other


    she added, " i'll run it by your mother, and if she approves, then sure. i'll mentor you. " paisley sighed with a nod. but, her tail swished rather happily.