Meet & Greet
02-27-2014, 06:31 PM
She questioned herself. She questioned whether she really deserved the place she had. She was terrified she couldn't live up to her father's expectations. She felt so much, but she couldn't let it out. She was an Armada, and Armada's didn't second guess themselves. Armada's were the superior race, the superior blood-lines. So she would make herself appear confident. She figured if you walked long enough like a duck, you'd become a duck. So if she walked like a leader, she would be a grand leader. Her thoughts would be interrupted by the appearance of a white woman, and her own pallid head would turn slightly, her violet eyes resting on the woman she recognized from the meeting. The white woman had introduced herself to be called Qanik, and when she spoke, greeting Roman, the white woman's jaws would peel back in a warm smile. "Good evening to you as well, Qanik." She spoke sincerely, her voice soft and warm. She glanced out at the lake, her violet gaze lingering on the water for a moment before turning back, her eyes seeking the blue eyes of Qanik. "The lake is beautiful." She commented softly, before asking her next question. "Is everything alright?" She asked, her voice ladened with concern, the other woman seemed that she had just come from a fight. Speech, |