[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 475px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px]A cold soul, Malaella had not been made for trivial conversation. She was as bitter as she was detached and tended to stick to herself... in fact, that was what she had been doing for most of her life. She had dreams and ambitions however and was intelligent enough to recognize that, were she to truly want to achieve her goals, she needed to begin to interact and forge relationships with her clanmates. While just her family would suffice, she knew that it would never do and, with a grumble of minor protest, she dragged herself into a well populated area.
"Meet and greet." She sounded less than impressed but that was okay simply because she was making an attempt. Perhaps things like this would come easier to her in the future, but for now, her ability to speak to others was less than sub-par. Oh well, it wasn't like she exactly cared. Her House was the most important thing to her, that was a given, and everything fell behind it... Far behind it. Perhaps she could look forward to the arrival of some of her fellow Targaryens? She supposed that would be nice.. a strange nice, but nice nevertheless. They were probably the only ones who could break that composure of ice and get a smile from her.
Releasing a sigh, the impatient Malaella would flick a rounded ear before lazily looking around. How long is this going to take? Am I required to be speak to them for long? Doubt momentarily clouded her stony features but she brushed it away easily. She would do this. She had to.