Snippet #1452379

Faera had throughly enjoyed herself the night before; talking to so many interesting people (and humans, no less!) had been quite the experience for her. She might have spent the entire evening asking probably-inane questions and annoying everyone to no end, but she had restrained herself for the most part, and the conversation had been rather surface-level, but pleasant all the same.

At around eleven-thirty, Tala had practically had to drag her upstairs to sleep, though she was highly glad of this the next morning. They were awake bright and early... well, early, the next morning. She really had no idea if it was bright or not, but the turn of phrase was still what came to mind. She practically skipped over to the gathering spot, though she schooled her expression and behavior both into something that she hoped resembled professionalism the instant she heard the Captain coming.

They were issued uniforms of something called... live leather. Living leather? One of the two. That didn't sound too pleasant, and truthfully it could have smelled better, but she did not protest, finding some of the robe-like ones and slipping them over her head. It was a strange feeling, how they just sort of... formed around her person like that. It almost tickled at first, but she could appreciate how the stuff resembled a second skin in terms of comfort.

She was just getting used to it when she and Talae were approached by someone. Wood, leaves, rain... Civee elf. Faera had a strange habit of identifying people by smell, though it wasn't usually person-specific, just location or something like that. the woman greeted the both of them, and Fae smiled enthusiastically. "Glad to meet you too! I'm Faera, and this is my sister Talae."

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Neira was rather put off by her entirely too-brief meeting with the human who thought himself Captain of this little bunch, and thus she was not feeling particularly amenable the next morning, though how this was any different from her normal state of mind was an intricacy probably known only to her and a few people long dead and buried.

Unless she was mistaken, though, the Captain was wary of her. There was potential in that. She'd never bothered trying to scare her superior officers too much (though it had happened), but it might have worthwhile results. Or at the very least, amusing ones. Would it be a good thing for the teams? No, but she didn't give a damn about the teams. Would it compromise leadership? Only if she were really, really successful, and that would mean they had more problems to deal with than her.

So she fell in line with the rest of them, not even having been assigned a squad as of the moment, but nevertheless she played the part of good little soldier, the only oddity being the fact that she never let her eyes leave the human leader, save for when she donned her light leather armor. This... is going to be tricky.

If anyone had entertained any doubts as to her species, this was abruptly shut down when she removed her cloak. Orcs didn't exactly grow iridescent wings after all... and she wasn't sure this was going to work. Neira opted to slice a few approximately-sized gashes in the back, trusting the natural properties of the leather to do the rest. Damn armor... she'd rather be wearing robes and relying on her exoskeleton, but if the Children had ways to circumvent that, then ridiculous black leather it was.