[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]Rules are guidelines to good, healthy behavior (most of the time). As important as they are, one cannot not understand that importance until the rules have been bent and consequences have been suffered. Failure is okay. Bending the rules is okay. As long as a lesson has been learned in the end. In Cece's case, wandering is not so strange, even in those who follow rules as if they were as important as breathing. Imperia is one of those people. A goody-goody, as some might call her. But she is unfazed by those labels. In her heart, she knows the difference between right and wrong which gives her the confidence to wander as she pleases. Her mind is restless and her heart is full of naive hopes and dreams. They act as a sort of energy, powering Imperia so that she may roam in search of her whims.
A freshly woven crown of Queen Anne's lace and poppy rests atop the creature's narrow skull as she drifts from place to place. "Je, je vais t’attendre là," She hums softly to herself, lost in her own little world. "Viendras-tu pour moi?" Imperia is a sucker for love songs. Her home life did not reflect a love story at all, but sometimes those innocent dreams are only strengthened by disappointed expectations. She dreams of falling in love one day, just like the heroines in those stories she likes to read. Her humming is soft and sweet, reminiscent of Snow White charming the world with her beautiful voice. In the distance, she spots the familiar shape of Moonmade. The hulking lion has only been in the Ascendants for a short while, but he has quickly become one of her favorite people. Curious as to why he is out and about, Peri alters her course to intercept him...just as he dashes away at the sound of a little voice calling for help.
She follows suit, nimbly navigating the crumbling architecture with the grace of a doe. A concerned expression mars her lovely features, but is soothed upon seeing that the child is in no immediate danger. "Ah, salut, ma petite," greets the argentine canine with a sweet smile. Silver dollar eyes flicker over to moon briefly before returning to Cerasus. "Careful, Lune, Roman may not appreciate you dissing his people," she teases softly. It is no secret that she finds the young lion to be incredibly amusing. Her attention returns to the child. "You are Cerasus, right? My name is Imperia. I see you've been doing a bit of exploring.." the she-wolf clearly adores children, given her sweet, motherly tone and the genuine interest sparkling in her gaze when she regards the young girl.
A freshly woven crown of Queen Anne's lace and poppy rests atop the creature's narrow skull as she drifts from place to place. "Je, je vais t’attendre là," She hums softly to herself, lost in her own little world. "Viendras-tu pour moi?" Imperia is a sucker for love songs. Her home life did not reflect a love story at all, but sometimes those innocent dreams are only strengthened by disappointed expectations. She dreams of falling in love one day, just like the heroines in those stories she likes to read. Her humming is soft and sweet, reminiscent of Snow White charming the world with her beautiful voice. In the distance, she spots the familiar shape of Moonmade. The hulking lion has only been in the Ascendants for a short while, but he has quickly become one of her favorite people. Curious as to why he is out and about, Peri alters her course to intercept him...just as he dashes away at the sound of a little voice calling for help.
She follows suit, nimbly navigating the crumbling architecture with the grace of a doe. A concerned expression mars her lovely features, but is soothed upon seeing that the child is in no immediate danger. "Ah, salut, ma petite," greets the argentine canine with a sweet smile. Silver dollar eyes flicker over to moon briefly before returning to Cerasus. "Careful, Lune, Roman may not appreciate you dissing his people," she teases softly. It is no secret that she finds the young lion to be incredibly amusing. Her attention returns to the child. "You are Cerasus, right? My name is Imperia. I see you've been doing a bit of exploring.." the she-wolf clearly adores children, given her sweet, motherly tone and the genuine interest sparkling in her gaze when she regards the young girl.