03-12-2012, 02:14 PM
Cecy had let Felina pick the warriors to come along; the crown princess trusted the fierce leopardess with her life, and knew that she would pick the most skilled and most loyal or warriors.
As Phelan spoke, she made a quick decision, something she'd been trying to pick up from her father since childhood. "Half of our party will scout out suitable camping grounds. Felina shall oversee them. We will accompany the wolves to the ruin along with a party of four warriors. Shiki will decide for himself which party he shall go along with." She was far too nervous to drop her royal act, the royal 'we', which gave her a (false) sense of security.
She managed to quell her own shaking, but only just. She could hear her father droning on about appearing confident when staring down the enemy, about keeping up appearances to intimidate...
And, yet, she was sure she appeared to them as naught but a doll, an inexperienced puppet, sent by her father to deal with an 'inferior' race.