“Of course, this only lasted until-“ Caedmon broke himself off and Ribibin raised an eyebrow. Then she heard Maverick's voice from the front.
"OPEN THESE GATES! KNIGHTS, DOUBLE TIME TO THE CHAMBERS! CAEDMON AND KNIGHT-COMMANDERS WITH ME! THAT MEANS YOU TOO RIBIBIN!"
Oh no, she thought as Caedmon threw her a serious glance and dashed away. She followed him immediately, having only a little trouble keeping up with the well trained Lucario as they reached the Council building and ran up the stairs. Caedmon leaped up the stairs three at a time, something Ribibin only managed to do for the first half or so. It wasn't that she wasn't as well trained as he was! It was because... she was a... No, now was not the time to think such stupid thoughts.
She saw the Commander and the Knight-Commanders kneeling before the council and suddenly got an urge to stand up. Just because she could. But she couldn't, of course. The traditions were too deeply etched into her and that was a good thing. Traditions made their society run smoothly. She knelt down just beside the Lucario. His dirty armor gave off a slight stench of dried blood already, but Ribibin didn't even frown.
She didn't glance up at the council and didn't notice Matthew's absence. Her only thought at the moment was that she wasn't sure how to behave. Really; she was a slightly barbaric - yet stylish - Knight, not a real Knight-Commander. Wouldn't they even be surprised to see her here? They would ask about Alice... She felt the piece of armor that she still carried underneath her own.
((OOC: new page dance~))