Dawn and Twilight

It appeared their presence had not gone unnoticed, a soft and admittedly bashful smile for the heiress crossing her features as the question came, a polite nod to show that he was correct in his guess. “We are.” She stated aloud to confirm. Regulus. He was the Spirit’s father… it didn’t appear that he glowed like his daughter, but she was still rather enraptured by the fact that he was red. He was polite, offering her an invitation to sit as she made her way over and settled down not too far from him.

That question was both complicated and not complicated at the same time. “I have been settling in well. Everyone I’ve met has made me feel very welcomed.” She admitted with a soft smile on her features. “I’m still a little out of my depth. A lot of the things Valhalla has, I had never seen before arriving here. Scripts and writing and armor… it’s all new. Makes me feel like every time I gain my bearings, I get knocked off balance again.” She admitted shyly. She liked to think she was settling in well, but truthfully she had no idea.