
Posted by Amelia on February 15, 2009, 3:40 am, in reply to "Thread thread thread:"
67.201.208.55
where you will sit and contemplate your day
There are worse things to lose in life than beauty. A body can bounce back from attack; a soul has a harder time recovering. Amelia would be lying if she said she didn't wince upon seeing the stallion's face, but the reaction was only evident in the way her muscles twitched and sent her skin rushing about in a quick jerking motion over her shoulders and back. As soon as he announces his rank she understands, and dismisses it all together. Yes, occasionally her gaze settled on the torn features for a moment too long, but she has seen worse; the dead don't wear their scars as medals.
“Strandwolf.” She tries the name in her mouth, associating it with Gold, hoping to retain that information for future use. Gold. That was impressive. A worthy of honor. “I am relatively new. I feel I've only been here a short time, but I've just been made Ambassador – a title I'm just now getting used to. I just wanted to start to get to know individuals outside of the scholar ranks. It can't hurt for a herd to know all of the members, yes?” She pauses, shifts her weight and looks at him more directly. “It is a pleasure to meet you. You aren't too busy, are you? I wouldn't want to be a bother...” Yes, Amelia, because the middle of the night is usually chock-full of activities needing to be addressed. Use your brain, girl.
Ni-Srilan
Ambassador
4
Message Thread:
![]()
« Back to thread