Sloane had seen way too many Sovereigns elected for Dawn Court. None of them were any good, then again, it was insanely hard to please the mare. Each one had their flaws and each one made them so abundantly clear. Finding someone who didn’t annoy the shit out of Sloane had been difficult. Really, all of them were rather irritating and yet, all the Sovereigns that came before somehow tolerated Sloane and her antics, which she supposed meant something.
As the crowd gathers in the center of the court, it draws Sloane near. While she’s not entirely interested in the God (because truthfully, Sloane does not believe in gods or divine beings of any kind), she’s not really one to enjoy crowds either. She stands in the back, looking at all those gathered with a scowl upon her face. They all look like fresh meat, not yet even ready for slaughter. None of them really looked like Sovereign material, but she supposed she had to pick someone.
With a roll of her eyes, Sloane looked out over the crowd. When she spoke, her voice was soft, barely audible over the gathering crowd. "I guess I need to pick the least awful choice." Her eyes look up at Oriens, catching his gaze for only a moment before she looks at the ones gathered. This was going to be a harder decision than she thought.
