she brings joy and fire.

*Satis* · 12-18-2014, 04:16 PM

She relieves, if but faintly; though compact bodice is still cupped above pine-loam in a submissive posture of insignificance, the words of Roman perhaps influence her character into a mental sigh of liberation. Her return has been accepted, and it was all she needed. “There are strangers in what was once our Kingdom,” perhaps she has spoken out of turn; but the thought still bristled eagerly behind the caverns of her thinker – The North was, and should remain Armada Territory. She would make no further suggestion, Roman was her queen and Satis had little business in otherwise attempting to influence her decision. “I will be ready, when you call upon me; should you accept me into your ranks once again – or even if you do not.” Only now does golden-paved gaze seek to usher upwards, a bashful exploit but a blazing furnace beneath the opal of her stare.

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