Consilium: Shamans

[West]

Thyrsus

[Animus]

Animus glances at Tug in puzzlement before crossing to stand under the Thyrsus banner. Don't the Arrows and Guardians share the Circle? How could he have forgotten about Zilker? He looks around the room as people begin to trickle over. The Primal Wilds certainly claims its share of Masters.

[West]

Zilker walks over and joins Animus, extending his hand. "Master Animus," he greets him with a smile.

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[Animus]

Animus returrns the handshake and the smile, his depression fading for the moment. "Epopt Zilker."

[Tug]

Tug looks at Falx, then walks over to Zilker and Animus. Wait, Zilker is a Thyrsus? How didn't Tug know this? Donnie approaches the other two Shamans with an embarrassed grin. "Oh, hey. Sorry, Zilker, I must have forgot that you were a Thyrsus, too. My bad," he offers sincerely. "Hey, Animus." This politics stuff is so not his thing, but an Arrow has to adapt to any situation. He'd have to learn.

[Writer]

Tam walked over to the group under the Thyrsus banner, feeling like a young pup among giants. She wasn't sure about the actual levels of power of those who walked her path, but she knew she was low on the totem pole.

"Hi."

[West]

Zilker

Zilker gives a good natured shrug at Tug. "It's not like we wear colored hats," he dismisses the mistake with a smile. "Hi," he responds to Tam joining them.

Ghosting per request...

Ankh

Ankh walks over, sitting down with a smile at the others. "Is this all of us, then?"

[Animus]

When Tam walks over, Animus seems to dim a bit, the depression once again watching over him. He does manage a nod of acknowledgement, however.

At Ankh's question, he hesitates for a moment, his eyes wandering about the sanctuary. "I think this is everyone."

[West]

"Not it," Zilker says quickly, with a smile.

[Animus]

Depressed or not, Animus can't help but crack a smile at how quickly Zilker ducks being named Councilor again. "I volunteer, unless someone has an objection."