05-05-2018, 08:57 PM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 600px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt;"]Argentium eyes flicker over to the source of approaching pawsteps. Ah, another Ascendent. Except this one is male. And feline. The youthful doe notes that this clan seems to contain either small cats or large predators. With the exception of Arion, Imperia herself is the only grazer present. Perhaps there are more elsewhere? It seems stranger to her that only hunters enjoy life in these majestic plains. His soft, blue-grey pelt reminds her of the skies over Normandy; a haze of the palest greys accentuated with clouds of slate and washed-out blue. The reason as to why it reminds her of a place she cannot remember ever traveling to is another story. Sometimes it’s feels as though a plethora of knowledge is locked away behind some invisible door somewhere within her mind. She knows it’s there. She can feel it. But she can find out where, or what, it is.
”Ah, hello,” Imperia greets, her voice soft as an angel’s wing. She inclines her head so to meet the newcomer’s strikingly pale blue gaze and offers him a friendly smile. ”My name is Imperia.” And then she waits for his introduction. And she waits. And waits... the unfamiliar male only states that “they” ought to give her a tour. He uses “she” as if he wasn’t looking straight at her. The albino doe shifts awkwardly, otherworldly grey eyes searching the faces of the other Ascendents as if silently pleading for help. The male does not scare her, but his behavior radiates an unapproachable aura. Should I ask him? Will he feel annoyed? I don’t wish to bother him... Peri is quite the nervous, so even though she so desperately wants to ask his name, it takes several heartbeats to work up the courage.
And when she finds it...she panics, and hurries to respond to statement even though it was not addressed directly to her. The male was speaking about her, so it is not rude to assume she can respond, right? ”Um..I would enjoy a tour, if it’s not too much of a bother. Thank you..” Imperia trails off, hoping that perhaps the silence might prompt him to give her his name. A pair of large, velveteen ears stand erect atop her skull as she eagerly awaits some sort of response. Sterling eyes shine expectantly, a warm smile dancing upon her lips. It’s clear that she wants to be his friend, even if she is unsure how to go about it. The girl is hesitant, nervous that she might somehow annoy him. But she means well. As Imperia waits, she becomes distracted by something shining dangling around his neck. ”Is that a French coin?” she asks suddenly. Where there was only eagerness and hesitance in her expression before, there is now curiosity. It is another one of those instances where she knows something which she never knew that she knew. The make of the coin is familiar, and it inspires a feeling that perhaps there is a memory attached to the sight which she has yet to unlock.
”Ah, hello,” Imperia greets, her voice soft as an angel’s wing. She inclines her head so to meet the newcomer’s strikingly pale blue gaze and offers him a friendly smile. ”My name is Imperia.” And then she waits for his introduction. And she waits. And waits... the unfamiliar male only states that “they” ought to give her a tour. He uses “she” as if he wasn’t looking straight at her. The albino doe shifts awkwardly, otherworldly grey eyes searching the faces of the other Ascendents as if silently pleading for help. The male does not scare her, but his behavior radiates an unapproachable aura. Should I ask him? Will he feel annoyed? I don’t wish to bother him... Peri is quite the nervous, so even though she so desperately wants to ask his name, it takes several heartbeats to work up the courage.
And when she finds it...she panics, and hurries to respond to statement even though it was not addressed directly to her. The male was speaking about her, so it is not rude to assume she can respond, right? ”Um..I would enjoy a tour, if it’s not too much of a bother. Thank you..” Imperia trails off, hoping that perhaps the silence might prompt him to give her his name. A pair of large, velveteen ears stand erect atop her skull as she eagerly awaits some sort of response. Sterling eyes shine expectantly, a warm smile dancing upon her lips. It’s clear that she wants to be his friend, even if she is unsure how to go about it. The girl is hesitant, nervous that she might somehow annoy him. But she means well. As Imperia waits, she becomes distracted by something shining dangling around his neck. ”Is that a French coin?” she asks suddenly. Where there was only eagerness and hesitance in her expression before, there is now curiosity. It is another one of those instances where she knows something which she never knew that she knew. The make of the coin is familiar, and it inspires a feeling that perhaps there is a memory attached to the sight which she has yet to unlock.