[It's... considerably less threatening than Alexandria's social galas, truthfully. In spite of that, however, she feels a distinct wariness. Soirees never have been her thing, which she's had to admit more than a couple of times at this point. She feels so stiff in approaching that she wonders if she just might snap into twain should she bend one way more than the other.
It probably wouldn't kill her to loosen up. She fears she has far too much on her mind to ever appropriately be 'loose' in any form of the word. Perhaps after a bottle or so of wine, if she were to permit herself to fall into it.
Oriphi is easy to pick out, though she doesn't seem to be the life of the party either, as it were. Beatrix, unable to divide herself from old habits wastes little time in folding an arm across her chest and bending at the waist in a proper, respectful bow.]
Just 'Beatrix' will suit. [She responds, a bit curtly, but not unkind.] 'General' Beatrix, if you must title me.
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It probably wouldn't kill her to loosen up. She fears she has far too much on her mind to ever appropriately be 'loose' in any form of the word. Perhaps after a bottle or so of wine, if she were to permit herself to fall into it.
Oriphi is easy to pick out, though she doesn't seem to be the life of the party either, as it were. Beatrix, unable to divide herself from old habits wastes little time in folding an arm across her chest and bending at the waist in a proper, respectful bow.]
Just 'Beatrix' will suit. [She responds, a bit curtly, but not unkind.] 'General' Beatrix, if you must title me.