Sharpen Your Claws

Imperia arrived with her normal cold, expressionless self. Giving here and there a quick glance, evaluating, contemplating those who had come before her. But she didn't make effort to actually talk nor interact with any of them. She had no desire to. She only had her mind on what was to happen, of it would be worth her interest or not. And she was never shy to express her desire, regardless if others would like them or not. She was in this band because of her own wish, of her own convenience. And in any decisions others made she was quick to either say yes or no on her side. She sat and waited, hopping something fun would come from this. And fun on Imperia's terms weren't pretty.

"speak."| "You"