Temperantia gradually became less upset as Pride talked. They relaxed, their wings loosening at their side. This gembound and their peers were kind enough to help those...affected by mothers influence. Though the mention of Astraea jostled their anger. They mulled over Pride's words. A group like this was perfect. They only fought to help. They disapproved of Astraea's tactics. Then the deer began to speak of raising their numbers. Temperantia closed their eyes. Deliberating on a decision. They hummed, quiet. Temperantia's eyes snapped open.

"I will raise your numbers. I will join you. I will make sure to spread your influence. The more influence your people have, the more peace there will be? Right?"

Temperantia sounded unsure at the last part. Almost childlike in their naivety. It would be simple if so. Easy enough, like spreading Mother's influence. But... without the hivemind.


"What do you call yourselves, Pride? Peacekeepers? Do you require lessers like Mother did? I can gather them. I can be eyes and ears." Gathering lessers and being lookout, that was familiar to Temperantia. They floated closer to the grouping. Cautiously, slowly.


"When I speak."

When I think.