Sister Miekal

Miekal, the Servant watches you amusedly, and states dryly that she did not know broken feathers were in fashion nowadays. You hastily remove the offending debris from your mane.

"I refuse!" Miekal snarled, flinging dirt everywhere. "I'm a princess, just like them! Maybe not as pretty, but that's not what matters!" Mirroress sat next to Miekal, attempting to comfort her. "I know dear, it's not fair." She purred, "Maybe this is what the gods want you to be. Perhaps this is your destiny." This only made Miekal more angry. "Why in the blazes would the gods want me to be a servant? And to my own sisters?!" She felt betrayed. Her father never would have allowed this to happen. Just because she wasn't pure, she was seen as nothing more than dust. For Keraz's sake Ophelia was dirtier than her! Miekal knew this because she overheard Celadon discussing whether she would be handed over to Elio or not. The Council ended up deciding to keep her, not wanting to upset Monte's spirit. Mirroress nodded and stalked off to her den. Meanwhile, Miekal sat there staring at the feather that had been bestowed upon her. This feather signified what she was and how other lions would treat her for the rest of her life.

Sister Miekal slunk up to you, commenting wryly that she totes saw you stumble all over yourself in that last play fight. What a fantastic show that was! She could watch it all day.