09-19-2018, 11:59 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 550px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"]"Ah, I see you've found some Aster and Goldenrod," comments Imperia as she approaches, a gentle smile dancing upon her lips. "They won't be around for much longer--Autumn is upon us." Leave it to Peri to educate everyone on wildflowers. Although knowing the local flora falls under the "cleric" job description, the lovely she-wolf established herself as the resident flower girl long before her promotion. They remind her of Marguerite, her mother. The young female oftentimes thinks back on days spent wandering vast fields of flowers. At the time, she was only a pup and they towered over her life vibrant, sweet-smelling trees. Those were wonderful days, back before her father made her life miserable.
But that is in the past. Peri does not like dwelling too much on the past.
Instead, she focuses her attention on the youth before her. "Bonjour, ma petite," she greets in delicate french. "My name is Imperia. What's yours?" By now, the elegant canine stands beside Moonmade, her lean figure only millimeters apart from his. Close enough to touch, but not quite.
But that is in the past. Peri does not like dwelling too much on the past.
Instead, she focuses her attention on the youth before her. "Bonjour, ma petite," she greets in delicate french. "My name is Imperia. What's yours?" By now, the elegant canine stands beside Moonmade, her lean figure only millimeters apart from his. Close enough to touch, but not quite.