Toast A New Beginning!

The porcelain babe was almost turning two, though not quite. The thought of aging wasn't pleasing, as the years go by it feels like you'd be getting wrinkles to soon. And we really couldn't be having any of that. She had just woken up, and wasted no time in getting to the gathering, she was still adujusting of course, wondering if she liked being beneath Drashiel, often wondering where they stood with one another. In fact, she was happy enough if they where civil, allowing S'alkrie to not think so harshly of there circumstance. she would step softly upon the floor like a petite dancer, movements precise and calculated. Her eyes would drink in the scenery before her, taking her time to look at every single detail the lands had to offer. Only a few minutes had gone past until finally arriving near the small gathering. As usual S'alkrie stayed rather quiet, feeling no need to make her presence known, preffering to be a more quiet individual in a crowd. She would sit near the side of the group, listening to the conversation that was going on, though there wasn't much of it seeing as the group had just formed. How would Drashiel do with ruling? would he be like his father?