Lets make nice
06-19-2014, 08:01 PM
Pandora knew that if she remained cordial, she would want a reward. It could be anything, but she personally wanted to have something she could hold onto. If she voiced this thought out loud, it would be seen as undignified. So, she held her tongue to her personal thoughts as she watched Sibelle and Athena continue to speak. Quite frankly, the small talk was getting old, and she wanted a distraction. Her wish was answered faster than she anticipated. A flurry of colors - red, black, and white - appeared from the cold and silent forest, making her eyes blink in soft surprise. Turquoise blue eyes watched the male as he approached, his own gaze holding onto her form. She didn't show any signs of shyness, but rather relished the attention that he bestowed upon her. If the girl had a head full of hair, she would have tossed it to the side and fluttered her eyes. It didn't occur to her that the boy was her family, let alone her half-brother. So, the flirting in this situation did not count. As the break between the two women arose, Pandora seized her chance to speak. The boy had voiced his name and had given a polite nod to his -- what, Queen? -- and left the floor open for conversation. "Pandora Artenie," she proudly said, her tones lifted with the right air of a royal. Pandora's eyes slowly blinked and revealed the natural gold that resembled peaking eye shadow for her lids. "But, most call me Pandora." She did know who the most were, but she knew there would be many before the next winter. "Quite frankly, you haven't interrupted at all on my part." An eyebrow rose as she met the boy's fierce gaze. Not. At. All. Sibelle then continued to speak with Athena about agreeing to assist them for future situations and betrothals that would secure their alliance. Pandora silently hoped that if she were to ever be stuck like that, she would at least have someone handsome to admire. A flick of her tail showed off the zebra stripes again before she gently reclined to her voluptuous haunches on the cold, wet ground. Perhaps politics was not all that boring. Talk like this |