BAD COMPANY // intro

[SOLVEIG]

And so it seemed fateful that Solveig would be the one to find Roman and his sitting place first. Though it wasn't intentional, of course, she had no inclination that anyone would be arriving today, however the faces were frequent. Nonetheless, the beautiful snowshoe, who was very much minding her own business in the territory this afternoon, caught sight of Roman. It was strange for someone to simply sit at the border without saying a word- usually they at least said some manner of greeting, but it wasn't as if they were poised to attack or anything of the sort. No, they were simply sitting.

And so Solveig was simply approaching, her paws gentle and brushing across the ground, near-silent as she made her way forth, though in plain sight, towards the bridge. When she was a few feet away, she allowed her telepathy to stretch, reaching out to touch Roman's mind to speak, instead of verbalizing the words herself. "Greetings, Sir,' the soft, honey-sweet voice would weave gently, met by the slight cant of her head and the focus of her bright violet eyes. "Welcome to the Typhoon. May I help you?"

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