For her the cool-tongued, her the tranquil-hearted,
Whom evermore I follow wistfully
Whom evermore I follow wistfully
The Dragoons are admittedly always looking for new recruits, but with so many disappearing into the night or otherwise withdrawing from the ranks with Dahlia's ascension to the throne, Anju can't afford to be picky in ways she certainly has been in the past. Word travels swiftly through the Nest however, and she is summoned to the ground floor training hall within minutes of Zavien asking one of the soldiers for her whereabouts.
Riya jogs at her side, clever eyes gleaming and nostrils flaring with smoke and embers that betray her excitement over the new face in their midst. It is only the awareness that this is a professional meeting that keeps her from launching herself at Zavien as Anju can feel she desires to.
Already dressed in her Captain's regalia, Anju's eyes swiftly move over the man before her as she extends one hand toward him to shake. "Anju, Captain of the Dragoons. What brings you here?" Ever to the point, she drops her free hand to Riya's head to both keep her sister composed and to help guide herself through her eternal weakness of socialization.
Riya jogs at her side, clever eyes gleaming and nostrils flaring with smoke and embers that betray her excitement over the new face in their midst. It is only the awareness that this is a professional meeting that keeps her from launching herself at Zavien as Anju can feel she desires to.
Already dressed in her Captain's regalia, Anju's eyes swiftly move over the man before her as she extends one hand toward him to shake. "Anju, Captain of the Dragoons. What brings you here?" Ever to the point, she drops her free hand to Riya's head to both keep her sister composed and to help guide herself through her eternal weakness of socialization.
through waters yet uncharted
ANJU
