the run percent

Hanako had caught wind of a newcomer joining the Armada's ranks. It wasn't every day a new face appeared on the block and the diplomat was eager to get a sense of what sort of person they were. Would they be just another brick in the wall, a warrior who was only interested in gaining strength? She certainly hoped not. Though that was good and all for the pack, she sometimes wished people weren't so serious around here. There was plenty of time to train and surely they knew there was more to life than beating people up! Races for instance were a much better use of time, or so Hanako -not so- humbly thought.

With a jaunt in her step, Hanako found a neat little spot and tipped her head backwards, calling out for the newcomer to come and join her. There was no demand in her voice, she wasn't throwing her weight or title around, it was just a laid back request. Come hither if you are free, sort of deal.

In the meanwhile she eyed the stretch of beach with a cunning smile. She'd raced Mortis the first time they'd officially met, perhaps this was a trend she ought to lean back into. A nice way of cutting the ice.

"Speech"