I Touch Myself

Something about the other woman struck some familiarity, as if she had seen her before. She couldn't quite place it, and she committed the name to memory as the other woman introduced herself. "I am Roman Armada, Queen of Tortuga." She would introduce herself, and state her affiliation, though she could not scent a pack on the russet colored stranger. She was unsure how to proceed with conversation, her mind kept drifting back to memories and it didn't seem to focus much on the present. "Sibelle is a lovely name, do you know it's origin?" She questioned, trying to create some sort of conversation to maintain. She settled back on her haunches, her ivory tail coming to wrap around her. She sat elegantly poised, waiting for the other woman to speak, a polite smile on her ebony lined jaws.