09-04-2018, 06:32 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 55%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 0px;"]It feels as if it has been ages since the last meeting. Eons have passed, kingdoms have risen and fallen, time has erased all progress. Exaggerations, all of them, but accurate descriptions of how time seems to both rocket past and slow to a crawl. The young she-wolf is silent as she approaches, as usual. Imperia does not expect much out this meeting more than public reprimanding of some of the bad behavior their younger members have been exhibiting. She is not surprised, however, when she hears her name called. A halo, huh? Perhaps some would be bothered by being placed a position lower than what she used to be, Imperia is not. She plans on healing people even if she does not possess an official title, anyways. "Merci beaucoup," the silver canine says with a faint smile.