SWEET GEORGIA — INTELLA

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    [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]Sweetophelia was leaving her hut, headed towards the camp exit. Her son, Lucerys, had returned to her after seeing the Medics for his battle wounds, confessing that he had just destroyed the Khanate, a smaller group and one whom Sweetophelia had encountered several times in the past in the perpetual war against the Exiles. Sweetophelia felt sorry for Temjulin and his clan - all wiped out - but she wasn't very devastated. Ever since the End Game had made their appearance, many of the smaller groups had been wiped out - with the destruction of the Khanate, the number was five.


    Ducking out of the campgrounds, the BlizzardClan leader began making her way towards the staircase.
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    The inventor was still trying her hardest to familiarize herself with her new home. Intella wasn't really used to needing to remember essentially an entire little country. She'd had a bit of a nomadic life in the past; and whenever she did settle down, wherever she took residence was always pretty simple. On top of that, she was a little concerned that her hand to ha- err, rather, paw to paw -- combat skills would never compare to her fellow BlizzardClanners, who she felt typically trained their whole life to this point. And she did have quite a few inventions to help her in combat; however, they were still either in the blueprint stage, or were makeshift prototypes until she could get the metal work done.


    Wandering around somewhat aimlessly in an attempt to memorize her new home, Intella spotted the leader, and waved a "hello." She wasn't exactly used to having a leader; what was the right way to greet them? She really wasn't sure, but hoped the Sweetophelia took no offense to her greeting.




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    thanks for the thread!! sorry, lowish muse first response here ;u;


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    [font=timesnewroman][size=11]Seeing Intella's greeting, Sweetophelia paused, offering the other BlizzardClanner a friendly nod in turn. She vaguely remembered the mute feline, but given her lack of speech and relatively recent entry into BlizzardClan, the BlizzardClan leader knew very little of her. Nevertheless she liked to socialise with her clanmates - new or old - and Intella would be no exception. "Hey there," Sweetophelia spoke aloud. "You're Intella, right?" She offered a quick smile. "I'm Sweetophelia Targaryen, by the way - just in case you forgot." She wondered how the silent inventor communicated - nods and shakes of the head could only go so far after all.


    OOC | sorry the delay - i've been flooded lol
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    Hearing the leader inquire about her name, Intella gave an affirmative nod. Phew. Didn't offend her, that's good, she reviewed with herself. It actually seemed the leader was rather pleased with her greeting, from what the ex-loner could tell. Clan life was definitely a different experience for the engineer, but she personally felt she was settling in rather decently nowadays.


    So...Yes, Sweetophelia definitely seemed to be up for a "chat" with her. Or, at least, Intella hoped she hadn't misread the woman. She wasn't often so worried about accidentally offending people; it was pretty hard for a mute to do that accidentally after all, and one could always make up with someone, right? But...This was the leader here. Now, she was no expert on clan living, but she was pretty damn sure one of the most important things was respecting those who kept your entire country together. That being said, Intella moved on to try to "chat" with Sweet.


    So...people talked about...their interests, right? At that, Intella grew curious of what the leader enjoyed, her hobbies and such. She started to mime out her question, pointing to Sweetophelia, and brought her paws then in motions to look like she was busy, and entertained by such a business. She then halted her motions, looked back up at the other woman, and gave a questioning head tilt.


    //aa it's perf ok!! are we keeping this taking place back closer to when it was posted? or would you prefer it more recent? because intella's been learning and doing a lot since then so it'd already make a difference

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    Sweetophelia blinked, her figurative brows furrowing as Intella began acting out silent motions - pointing to Sweetophelia and then miming actions. Unfortunately it was a bit difficult for Sweetophelia to immediately discern the message that Intella was trying to get across as the BlizzardClan leader had never had experience trying to communicate with a mute who didn't know telepathy or how to write and read. "Do you know how to write?" Sweetophelia asked instead. It couldn't hurt, could it? To ask? There were many animals who couldn't and it was nothing to be ashamed of, considering only so many animals had been exposed to the humans' written language.

    OOC | maybe the latter would be easier? sorry, it's just that i have two weeks left of school and i've been dealing with so many projects lately and i also have final exams coming up so i'm going to be a lot slower with responses lol