Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-28358106-20180318020012

Tirush's golden eyes glance over the three, their smells and auras wholly unfamiliar to her. It makes her hackles rise, but she manages to keep her emotions in check, giving neither expression nor sound. She makes a mental note of their individual smells, her senses searching for any sign of Imperia's distinct scent.

She works over various forms of approach in her mind. This was no mere gathering, but a clan, a people. While she took no stock in what Armata said, she understood the cohesion of likeness, and knew that without them, she would be no closer to finding Imperia.

She lowers her arms to her side, her wings folding directly behind her. Her voice is clear and pronounced in the still, regal air.

"I am Tir'ush, of the Ibrahims; daughter of Ker'ush, of the Bardens; daughter of Tir'ell, of the Holwuhrr. I would mark for you my name, that you may know me, but I would not scar your stone."

She adjusts her stance. "I come of my friendship, and my bond, given to the danlä Imperia Altovæduss, given in the sacred word, that she is under my care, as I claim all what I take as my own. I follow the Lord because he knew, and could open the way, and I not.  No more than this, and no less than this.  My words are the truth, and I do not give them lightly."

She says no more.