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Tiberii · 2/28/2026, 11:09 PM

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The call was familiar. And she made her way toward the meeting, taking her usual seat aside Aurelia and nearby to Nóttin. It was mechanical. It was monotonous.

Tiberii had been monotonous since ...

It had been some time since they'd tolled the bell — since they'd summoned the bodies of Dawnbreak for their bi-annual ritual. Hell, it had been far too long ... but the magic dreams, the darkness, the flames, the spiraling magic, everyone going missing ... well ... it had put a hold on the 'norms' that Dawnbreak had decided upon at their formation.

... she stared into space, roused only by the press of Aurelia's shoulder against her own. The warmth was welcomed and familiar, and Tiberii would blink a few times, re-surfacing to her consciousness.

The numbers thinned, leading to a few who would speak up to put their hat in the ring. Tiberii would listen, blinking the grogginess from her eyes as she turned that bright gaze toward Brynhild. Tiberii would offer a soft smile, nodding her head respectfully in the other woman's direction.

Aurelia and Nóttin would say their pieces as well, and then ... Euphemia would surge forward from the crowd. But instead of the Courage position, she instead vied for ... Wisdom. It would seem that the twins would burn just as brightly as the other, just as passionate as the next, about the leadership of their familial clan. Tiberii, internally, would softly sweat — uncertain of how she could choose between this. Her sisters. Her family.

Distracted, she'd almost forgotten she'd need to state her intentions, as well.

If ya will 'ave me again, I'd be glad ta continue working fer Dawnbreak in the Power Pillar. She'd drift her gaze toward the crowd, flicking hear ears before nodding curtly toward the audience. It was all she would say this time — those who knew her ... well, they knew her. They knew what she stood for, they knew her dedication and her loyalty. They knew she would die sooner than she'd let harm befall them again.

Tiberii would do anything to stop the ebb and flow of loss.

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