09-10-2018, 03:25 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 55%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 0px;"]Atbash's injury certainly was not lost upon the halo as young Imperia approached in response to the visitor's call. "Bonjour, madame," greets the lovely she-wolf with a warm smile. Grey eyes the color of moonlight flicker over the smaller creature with a guarded twinkle of concern. What happened to cause such an injury? Something terrible, no doubt. "Welcome to the Ascendants. My name is Imperia Arceneau." She dips her head, slender frame following suit as she lowers herself into a polite curtsy. Peri rights herself after a moment and fixes Atbash with a dazzling smile. "Thank you for the invitation. Now might I inquire as to what sort of news you bring?" The elegant canine radiates a certain...gentleness. A genuine kindness that is quite unusual in this day and age. Those brilliant eyes shine with interest as she settles into a seated position, black lips all the while maintaining that sweet, upwards curve.