Politics & Pretty Women, Love 'Em Like Clinton
09-09-2014, 12:56 PM
Even as Valeriya was set to respond to Dhiren's calm speech, her knight broke in. The auburn queen couldn't help but flinch a bit at his gruff tonality and she gently admonished him. "Be gentle, cousin, he meant no offense." She would turn back to the darker youth and jokingly say, "Forgive Fendar, his withered old joints pain him. He is right though, if you seek the Queen of Ebony you have found her. I'm Valeriya Xanilov." She would sit and gently sweep her tail forward, a delicate and relatively sophisticated stance. She hoped Dhiren, being young himself, would not think less of her for her age. While their own system of rank did not correlate exactly, as they had no lead beta, she could infer enough to realize his own rank was significant. "It would be my pleasure to discuss such matters with you, Dhiren. Where shall we begin?" She hardly preferred this polished way of speaking, but this position still at times sat strangely on her shoulders. The weight of it all often compressed her into shapes she would not take otherwise. In time perhaps this would change but until that point she would so as she had been told, be a proper young lady, and try her damnedest to remember the few lessons of courtesy Raisa had deigned to give her. |
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