you were born a leader - no throne or crown needed
It seems she truly is lucky today, and though the Fae may be unused to presenting herself so formally, any sign of it flies over Anju’s head. She is not the most socially or emotionally attuned woman, if the militaristic stance of her body is not sign enough of her stoicism. The offer inside is accepted with a short nod of her head, and a snap of her fingers that beckons Riya to her side - unnecessary usually with how they are linked to one another, but it is a command for the childlike creature to behave herself in the treehouse as they enter.
Riya stretches out elegantly at the foot of the chair Anju chooses, wings tucked and bright eyes half-lidded but unblinking as they focus on Juniper. Anju sits, heels flat to the floor and arms awkwardly aligned with her thighs, unused to being in such diplomatic arrangements. “No. I have been in the Greatwood for a season on Ludo’s instructions, but I saw your missive on the notice board in town and wanted to offer my assistance if it was needed.” She is no spokesman of Stormbreak, and certainly not an Order member.
Riya stretches out elegantly at the foot of the chair Anju chooses, wings tucked and bright eyes half-lidded but unblinking as they focus on Juniper. Anju sits, heels flat to the floor and arms awkwardly aligned with her thighs, unused to being in such diplomatic arrangements. “No. I have been in the Greatwood for a season on Ludo’s instructions, but I saw your missive on the notice board in town and wanted to offer my assistance if it was needed.” She is no spokesman of Stormbreak, and certainly not an Order member.
