Amaranthine had been put under house arrest. No one was calling it that but . . . that's what it was. The UN's general confusion as of what to do with her was apparent, and it seemed their final decision was not to make a final decision, instead pushing her into a corner where she'd be out of the way.
Luckily, Ari had escaped.
Currently she was wandering down one of the city's many busy streets, wondering what on earth she was going to do. She had her ears tucked up and to a hat and wore a long skirt to cover her tail, so no one paid her any mind. Ari's favorite sword was tucked safely inside her coat.
The elvish High Priest had contacted her with the Goddesses final decision on their part in the culling war. The plan was to imply they were going to fight, but that they were stalling an official proclamation saying so because they needed to regroup their forces, which had been scattered out on diplomatic trips. It wouldn't last long but it would give them precious time needed to try and gain allies and form a proper rebellion. The elves were good fighters, but had an extremely small population compared to some species.
Ari wanted to call Paprika, but her new friend was a member of the government and might turn her in. The nice human would have good intentions of course but it would be a pain to have to escape again.
Escaping the planet was hardly an option, security was far too tight, she'd be caught.
What to do?