by AColorfulWalrus » Tue Sep 24, 2013 12:09 pm
Roksanna gazed at Viladel for a few moments, uncertain. "Yes. Friend." She replied, gazing at her. At the offered handshake, she was silent for a few moments, before accepting it- shaking her hand. "I'm Roksanna" she said, introducing herself. She gestured to Winter- and said "Ishura, or Winter." At Altair's voice, and the sound of a growl, however- she turned her attention to the two. At the snarling lion, and Altair's knife, the blood elf jumped back into a crouch, crossbow ready. Winter snarled at Ghost in reply- awhile Roksanna said nothing to the man, or his lion- simply glaring.
If my posts are full of derp- don't mind me. I am tired.
(╯;□;)╯︵ ┻━┻ Why can't I hold all these nostalgic feels?