Feeling quite at odds with the worlds, really truly so, Effie leaped deftly down from the tree, landing next to one of her oldest and dearest Scribe members. Uryuyu. She was about ninety years of age, a silver wolf with hair gradually turning white and a smile that could melt any heart. "Feeling better?" Uryuyu asked.
"Not really," Effie grumbled, and sat next to her on the blanket.
Giving her a sympathetic smile, Uryuyu continued to brush out her ancient hair. In her lap rested a spell book flipped open to a page on disarment. At their feet the fire crackled with a pink-orange intensity. "It'll be alright. You'll see."
"Oh, but these Underlings, and the Light Verse...its like our Verse has been ripped apart at the seams, inviting in a whirlwind of violence."
"Things like this happen. They have to. If you never know war, then you never know peace, am I right?"
Effie nodded, then glanced around at her gaggle of Scribe females. Across the other side of the fire were the younger girls, the youngest of all being Sarah, who was twelve. To either side were the adults, most of which shared the same solemn attitude Effie possesed. Effie a-hemed. The marks on her nose went orange, meaning she was serious. "As you all know, we recently lost one of our own to this war." Everyone murmured in saddened agreement. "She was young. Had barely set foot into life. Barbarians killed her in cold blood, not even letting her finish speaking. And it has hurt us as a whole. It has shown us the 'real world' of battle......" Her eyes narrowed at them. "This is why I have come to the descision that we start practicing the Spells of the Oracles."
That certainly went over like a ton of bricks.