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Thera stood in the middle of the clearing, arms crossed, seated on a stump with the face of an angry mother figure that was so going to ground those who didn't show up. Her little war fledgelings would have been the first to hear of it, that the weapon's master had a new technique that was to be taught. Then, the time and date filtered out.

A very angry war foxfire sat at her feet yipping at a small lizard- attacking it in a dramatic re-enactment of Thera's last victory. Foot tapping, she waited for the ponies to show.

And they better show.

Senga couldn't believe he was here.

But he was.

And not because of Thera.

He was attracted by the very angry foxfire at her feet. Fluffy things were his downfall after all. Even baby horsemen had them. Fluffing his wings in mild aggravation, he landed lightly and stared at Thera, considering the amount of damage he would receive to certain sensitive parts of his body if he were to refuse the call.

Deciding that saying nothing was better than saying anything at all and getting a lashing from it, he sent a withering look sideways at Torgus's loud antics that said something along the lines of please stop existing.

"Celebratory pow wow for what?" Senga responded dryly, thumping Shikoba with one wing. Despite his wry commentary, the gesture itself was warm and friendly in a way perhaps only understood by those of War itself.

"What has put you in such a good mood for once?"

War was the second-best Clan, and the second-most-interesting. This reason and this reason alone was why Manyara was present. The Famine scavenger skulked into the clearing, for once looking more interested than sullen. Perhaps this Thera would show them the way the Clans should be behaving right now, and declare War on Halloween and more specifically on those who thought their foolish law applied to the Clans.

Finger crossed.

Someone nearby... stank. Like rot. Like undead. Manyara turned and glared at the stranger. Definitely not of the Clans. "This is not yours," she snarled, showing her teeth.

Nergui probably shouldn't be there, considering she was still recovering from her battle with the albino hunter. She suspected a certain guardian would be very upset with her if he knew she'd crawled out of bed to attend a class of all things, but the priestess couldn't justify her life coming to a grinding halt for a few injuries. Oh sure, she'd taken an arrow through the shoulder, and that arm was currently resting in a sling. Not to mention the plethora of other bandages covering arms, legs, and one dark cheek. She really did look rather worst for ware.. But she was here.

Moving somewhat gingerly, the mare moved between her fellow horsemen until she could take a seat beside Senga, wincing just slightly.

A dark brow quirked at the appearance of a student, and she did her best to hide the grimace that followed, but there was a measure of distate that had showed none-the-less. She didn't dislike the denizens of Halloween, but she also didn't agree that they should be allowed into their personal affairs. The initiates were one thing, this.. was quite another.

The foxfire looked at Thera. It liked this one! Rolling on it's fluffy back, it gave Thera it's look. Thera hated that look. It was the look of one of her babies wanting to have a play buddy. Glaring she wagged a finger at Efflo. "I'll have no funny business from you colt. I don't run a circus, I run training for elite warriors and fighters. Stay if you think you're up to snuff, leave if you think it's too high level for your tender halloween senses. I won't judge, it is only natural for a colt your age to over estimate himself after all."

A small chuckle. "I bet you say that to all the mares boy. Now sit down if you think you can be a real horseman"

She was giving him an out, a chance to leave. Efflo knew he should take it, the atmosphere of the horsemen was not kind to him, and the feisty minipet seemed to be the only one not ready to throw him out. But the sitting horsewoman hit all the right buttons with her challenge, her words only incensing him further.

“I don’t want to be a horseman,” he spat, narrowing his eyes as he took a seat on the ground, wondering just how much he was going to regret this. “But I’ll show you what a real horse can do.”

Just for good measure, though, he gathered the foxfire into his arms, giving it a pet. They wouldn't dare hurt him when he had the foxfire, right?

While maybe it wasn't the awesome party he'd been hoping for, Thrain was not one to shirk a large gathering. Even if class seemed a bit... Childish, at worst. An odd learning experience, at best, which was what he was hoping for above all else. At least he was able to find the place this time around! That was a mega plus!!
And even better! Nergui was here! A large hand rose to wave at her, but turned into a partially clenched fist half way through.
"Ah! Well met friend-- WHAT DID YOU DO TO YOUR... EVERYTHING???" Normally shouting was outside of Thrain's comfort zone. Usually his friend didn't look so awful.
With a very large pout the Guardian sat down next to Nergui and gave her a very bad look. It was a look that told her if she got in trouble again and did not ask for his help he would pout at her for the rest of forever. Also maybe he was just really worried since she looked like she had come out on the loosing side of a battle. Actually, it kind of looked like she had taken all the losses for at least five fights.
..Wait was that a fluffy thing next to her??