last in line

When it rained it poured it seemed when it came to visitors at her borders. A howl from an unknown voice made her head lift to listen to the call as she stood on the shore of Elysium's primary island, currently in the middle of discussing the upcoming plans of the pack with Avacyn. They had gone for quite a while with no visitors and a lack of prospective members, but seemingly all at once they had several back to back. She was certainly not complaining, but it did mean she had to cut their meeting a bit short with the promise of picking back up where they left off once she was done seeing to their guest. She turned then and made her way across the floating bridge that helped to supplement the land bridge that connected them to the mainland whenever the tide was high. Soon enough she was striding across the Rock Garden toward the figure she spotted at the edge of their territory.

As she got closer she was able to pick up on the very distinct feature–or features, perhaps–of the individual. At first she had thought they were a set of twins that were simply leaning into one another, but soon she realized that wasn't the case and she blinked several times to make sure she wasn't seeing things. Her aqua gaze was no doubt curious as she came to greet the two-headed male, giving them–him? they?–a polite nod and a small smile. "Hello. I'm Manea Mendacium, the Matriarch of Elysium. And who might you be?" Usually she was fairly to the point when she had strangers come calling, asking what brought them here and the like, but having such an unusual visitor required at least a bit of interest in who her guest was first.

"Manea Mendacium"