08-06-2018, 02:08 AM
[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 55%; font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 0px;"]Imperia is also unaware of what transpired between Moon, Gabriel, and Lazarus. And it is probably for the best as the timid creature does not do well around conflict. The reason as to why she is present for this interaction is not because she was seeking out Moon (though the sight of him does inspire a fluttering in her chest), but because she comes to the Starpool often to retrieve meteorite shards with which to practice her forging.
The lovely canine arrives shortly after the others, petite figure laden with several baskets with with she will store the small fragments to use for her practice. Even encumbered with the extra weight, Imperia moves with a certain, otherworldly grace. Curiosity sparkles within those luminous silver eyes, and then concern upon noticing the unfamiliar Cane Corso's wounds. "Mon dieu," she curses softly before delicately setting down her belongings and trotting over to investigate. Suiteheart already asked the important questions and stated the important observations, so the cleric does not bother with her usual twenty questions. Sagacious argent eyes sweep over the younger male's body, carefully making note of all his injuries with the expertise of a practiced healer.
Suddenly, she seems to realize that in her concern, she completely forgot to acknowledge those around her. An apologetic smile tugs at the edges of dark lips, transforming her pretty visage from one of seriousness to one of sheepishness. "Ah, sorry, where are my manners? My name is Imperia," she introduces to the unfamiliar male before offering a friendly smile to both Suite and Moon, though her gaze seems to linger on the latter for a moment or two before returning to Lazarus.
The lovely canine arrives shortly after the others, petite figure laden with several baskets with with she will store the small fragments to use for her practice. Even encumbered with the extra weight, Imperia moves with a certain, otherworldly grace. Curiosity sparkles within those luminous silver eyes, and then concern upon noticing the unfamiliar Cane Corso's wounds. "Mon dieu," she curses softly before delicately setting down her belongings and trotting over to investigate. Suiteheart already asked the important questions and stated the important observations, so the cleric does not bother with her usual twenty questions. Sagacious argent eyes sweep over the younger male's body, carefully making note of all his injuries with the expertise of a practiced healer.
Suddenly, she seems to realize that in her concern, she completely forgot to acknowledge those around her. An apologetic smile tugs at the edges of dark lips, transforming her pretty visage from one of seriousness to one of sheepishness. "Ah, sorry, where are my manners? My name is Imperia," she introduces to the unfamiliar male before offering a friendly smile to both Suite and Moon, though her gaze seems to linger on the latter for a moment or two before returning to Lazarus.