After her eyes readjusted, Gilda passed by Fortrakt’s door, almost knocking at it before she remembered that the tiercel had told her he wasn’t going to join in today. As she proceeded down the hall, she met with a few marines walking past, greeting her with either ‘Sub-Tribune’ or ‘Ma’am’. While it was a little reminder of the position she now held, a rank she still found herself uncomfortable carrying, the humans’ somewhat informal attitude was much better than the stiffer regards the other griffins gave her. She swore to the Ancestors, every tiercel and eagless was baring their necks and saluting towards her as if she was going to call in the crows on them if they didn’t. She sincerely hoped she would get used to it as time passed by. 