05-07-2018, 01:05 PM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 600px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt;"]Imperia's introduction to the Ascendants occurred post-chaotic-power-explosion. Thus, the lovely doe remains completely unaware of the reason why she happens upon Bastillepaw and an unfamiliar male in a clearing surrounded by wood piles and other building supplies. Large ears twitch at the sound of voices, muted hoofbeats announcing the dainty creature’s arrival. She manages to catch the end of Bastille’s response to Roy, although she is unsure of what preceded it. Regardless, she finds words escaping her lips before she even has the time to stop and think about them. She bows her head in a nonverbal greeting, a pleasant expression gracing her lovely visage. Ever the image of peace an tranquility. ”Powers are the sort of thing you have to feel—“ theoretically, of course. She can no longer access the abilities she once possessed back in the forest, though she suspects that it has something to do that her old home was alive with magic. ”—You can exercise them like a muscle but until you feel it, they won’t behave the way you want them to. It’s not a head game.” Peri takes a moment to remember the sensation of willing flowers to grow at the end of winter. It was like she only had to close her eyes and envision the beauty of the blooms and the plants would obey her will.
A reassuring smile spreads across her features as she regards Bastille with argentium eyes. ”I have faith that you will get the hang of it sooner rather than later.” She is so trusting, so willing to believe in everyone regardless of who or what they are. And perhaps she associates Bast with someone who is undergoing a struggle, and her empathy compels her to reach out. Imperia is impossibly kind and pure of heart. She only ever possesses good intentions. However, her good intentions often cause her to pry into people’s business or offer unwanted advice. She does not mean to be nosy or obnoxious—it’s nigh impossible for her to ignore the impulses. Her attention shifts to Roy. She’s seen him a couple of times before, but they are still strangers. ”I do not believe we have met. My name is Imperia Arceneau, ‘tis a pleasure to meet you.” Another stunning smile decorates her pristine white visage. Very few people seem to genuinely enjoy meeting others, and Imperia is among the few.
A reassuring smile spreads across her features as she regards Bastille with argentium eyes. ”I have faith that you will get the hang of it sooner rather than later.” She is so trusting, so willing to believe in everyone regardless of who or what they are. And perhaps she associates Bast with someone who is undergoing a struggle, and her empathy compels her to reach out. Imperia is impossibly kind and pure of heart. She only ever possesses good intentions. However, her good intentions often cause her to pry into people’s business or offer unwanted advice. She does not mean to be nosy or obnoxious—it’s nigh impossible for her to ignore the impulses. Her attention shifts to Roy. She’s seen him a couple of times before, but they are still strangers. ”I do not believe we have met. My name is Imperia Arceneau, ‘tis a pleasure to meet you.” Another stunning smile decorates her pristine white visage. Very few people seem to genuinely enjoy meeting others, and Imperia is among the few.