07-18-2018, 08:44 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]An expression of both surprise and pleasure decorates Imperia's lovely features. Brows shoot upwards and sterling eyes widen. Is it bad that she expected no one to arrive? The girl already prepared her self subconsciously for disappointment. Being ignored is not a foreign experience--it used to happen all the time. No matter how loudly she spoke, her existence was overlooked until it became inconvenient to others. So she softened her voice to a near whisper and made herself scarce. Maybe that is why she finds it so hard to stand in front of others now. Imperia has a vague recollection of boldness in her earliest days, but those did not last very long. Somewhere along the line, life taught her meekness as a means for survival. Imperia be seen and not heard, but it isn't a bad thing not to see her either. She does not believe she is worth anyone's time, though she so desperately hopes to be. Hence, her genuine glee upon seeing familiar faces gather for her impromptu class.
"Merci--thank you for coming, everyone," she gushes with a sweet smile, looking very much like a child surprised with a new toy. There is something endearing about her innocent joy. Peri takes the time to regard everyone in attendance--Merihem, Margaery, Shininglight, and Caboose--with a warm smile and a polite nod in a silent form of individualized greeting. She shifts her weight; a little nervous. "I will begin with a basic introduction just in case anyone chooses to arrive a bit later." Always accommodating for everyone, she is. And maybe she is wishing to see someone specific in attendance and is stalling in hopes that they might arrive. No naming names. For a moment, the girl finds herself distracted by Shininglight's inky black wings. Are they usable for flight? If so, they'd have to have a wide enough wingspan and considerable muscle. Or perhaps they function through magic?
Oh, right. First aid. "The point of first aid to have the most basic and essential tools of healing on your person at all times. While things like broken bones or more serious conditions should be left to a trained professional, I have found that having things to clean superficial wounds or help someone who is dehydrated, for example, comes in handy fairly often." Is she rambling? Peri thinks she's rambling. A sheepish expression flickers across her lovely visage. She prays to the Maker that at least some of that made sense. "So...does anyone have any ideas what supplies you should keep in a first aid kit?" Maker, she is so awkward. Peri is half-inclined to bury her head under the dirt and hide for a while.
"Merci--thank you for coming, everyone," she gushes with a sweet smile, looking very much like a child surprised with a new toy. There is something endearing about her innocent joy. Peri takes the time to regard everyone in attendance--Merihem, Margaery, Shininglight, and Caboose--with a warm smile and a polite nod in a silent form of individualized greeting. She shifts her weight; a little nervous. "I will begin with a basic introduction just in case anyone chooses to arrive a bit later." Always accommodating for everyone, she is. And maybe she is wishing to see someone specific in attendance and is stalling in hopes that they might arrive. No naming names. For a moment, the girl finds herself distracted by Shininglight's inky black wings. Are they usable for flight? If so, they'd have to have a wide enough wingspan and considerable muscle. Or perhaps they function through magic?
Oh, right. First aid. "The point of first aid to have the most basic and essential tools of healing on your person at all times. While things like broken bones or more serious conditions should be left to a trained professional, I have found that having things to clean superficial wounds or help someone who is dehydrated, for example, comes in handy fairly often." Is she rambling? Peri thinks she's rambling. A sheepish expression flickers across her lovely visage. She prays to the Maker that at least some of that made sense. "So...does anyone have any ideas what supplies you should keep in a first aid kit?" Maker, she is so awkward. Peri is half-inclined to bury her head under the dirt and hide for a while.