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[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.

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i've been wanting to get a character in westeros for forever
i almost had my character margaery get a dual membership but i needed a targaryen whoops

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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 475px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px]Socializing was not something that Malaella enjoyed. Admittedly, she was terrible at it, finding that actions spoke much louder than words did. But being the way that she was, she couldn't possibly reveal that and pretended her lack of skill was rooted in her icy personality and detachment. The less that people knew, the better, and the two Tyrell's that she was steadily approaching would be no exception.

"Hello," she greeted plainly, tone devoid of emotion, [color=#c0c0c0]"My name is Malaella Targaryen." She wasted no time in getting to the point before sitting down, the tip of her blonde tail twitching absently. She was not a fan of this house, nor was she a fan of any save her own, but suffered for her ambitions. If she were to simply speak to Targaryen's, she would get absolutely nowhere- she recognized that. She didn't like it though... not one bit.

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 475px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px]Malaella didn't really possess an interest in healing but approached nevertheless. Were she to ever find herself in critical condition and all alone, having some vague knowledge could mean the difference between life and death. Her attendance here now could be essential for the future, at least that was how she was seeing it. Though she highly doubted that she'd find herself in any circumstance where such would be required... she might be chaotic, but she was cautious in all of her endeavors.

Pursing her lips, the lioness would take a seat, watching the Stark stoically. "I'll be watching," she murmured, pretending as if her presence alone was not enough of an indication of her interest. She remained silent after that, lavender gaze daring a glance or two at the others who had gathered.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 475px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px]King's Landing was a bustling place but not somewhere she'd ever want to live. Too many unfamiliar faces occupied its streets and, admittedly, the petite lioness was unnerved. Underneath that icy mask was still a girl after all, and the concept of "stranger danger" applied to even her. She tended to put on a brave face though, wandering about absently in some desperate attempt at locating a Targaryen. With her family, she would always be safe, she recognized that. It was just the pesky matter of finding one. They were a thriving house full of members, but presently, none seemed to be around. Curious. Malaella persevered however, her pale blonde paws guiding her confidently down winding paths and through rowdy crowds. When, at least, she arrived in a relatively empty courtyard, she decided to take a seat, her thin lips pressing into an even thinner frown. Oh well, she assumed that she could continue her search later on. It wasn't like they were exactly going anywhere any time soon.

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 475px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px]Malaella did not find herself a fan of the heat or sun. She preferred cool, overcast days where clouds blocked out the light and sang of impending storms. It was on days like those that she often curled up near a window and sharpened the sword that was her mind with a book or two. That being said, the prospect of going to the beach intrigued her... especially if it was a family affair. She loved the Targaryen household more than anything and was the most comfortable in their presence, usually going as far as smiling and laughing with them, things that were rare from her. Even if she grew to become sweaty and uncomfortable, she would attempt to enjoy this day... Hey, it could even manage to thaw that frozen heart of hers a little bit.

When they arrived and as Jaehaerys began to cook, she took the opportunity to bound excitedly into the relaxing ocean waters and cool off a little bit. The sand felt especially good between her toes, and the girl would squeeze them with a faint giggle, a pale hand rising to brush back a few strands of platinum blonde hair. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves, and Aella was no exception. Perhaps stepping out of her shell and participating in more events like these would be healthy for her. Even if she was reluctant to do so... Growing up detached and cold would be nothing but bad for her when she became an adult and if she began to make strives now in fixing herself, there could perhaps be resolve rather quickly. She was actually about to think up some sort of plan in going about that when she heard a rather strange 'splat' and felt something wet and sticky enter her hair.

A quick glance upwards would reveal that she had been the victim of a seagull and, with a frustrated squeal, she quickly dove under the water and furiously began scrubbing the disgusting scat from her hair. No later than thirty seconds after, she resurfaced, looking especially cross. What a stupid bird... and to think! She had been contemplating feeding them later on!

Stomping from the water, Malaella decided to return to their little encampment of sorts, still in a foul mood. At least the food was done though. If anything could help remedy this situation, it would be hot dogs and hamburgers- she was starving.

Grabbing a hot dog, she quickly squirted some ketchup on it before sitting down. She had no idea if there was any of that poop left in her hair but certainly hoped there wasn't. Having to explain that would be... well... rather embarrassing. Of all the Targaryens here, it just had to be her, didn't it? But she was suddenly reminded of her earlier decision to enjoy the day and bit into her food, relishing the taste for a moment or two. "It's good," she would mumble in her brother's direction after some contemplative chews, [color=#c0c0c0]"do we have any lemonade?" Her favorite drink, it'd be just the thing to wash it all down.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 475px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px]Having never heard of SkyClan before, the lioness approached wearily. As always, her expression was unreadable, lips twisted into a frown as she gazed at Snaketongue. Gifts? Interesting, she supposed that they had to be allies of sorts. "I believe we're fine, yes. My name is Malaella Targaryen, thanks I guess." It took a lot from the girl to not stammer over her words but she managed fine much to her surprise. Perhaps speaking was going to start coming a lot easier to her? [color=#c0c0c0]"What did you bring anyways?" She proceeded to bluntly inquire, a fictional brow arching just slightly, [color=#c0c0c0]"anything good?"

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 475px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px]"What are you looking at?" Malaella would inquire, gazing at her brother evenly. It had been a nice day and she had taken it upon herself to peruse the beach a little bit, finding that the shore was dotted with various seashells. The piece of glass that he was looking at didn't seem to be any sort of seashell though, and she was curious about what it actually was- it was pretty, she had to admit.

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 475px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px]"I guess," Malaella would mutter quietly, approaching the Tyrell with obvious disinterest. She would much rather read to herself, but if participation equated to getting her name out there, then she supposed she could make a sacrifice or two. [color=#c0c0c0]"What story is it?"

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 475px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px]malaella is the eight month old daughter of tsubodai targaryen and an npc. she is rather stoic and cold but only because she is afraid of social interaction (and thus struggles with that). she is heavily traditional and very family oriented, putting the targaryens above all else.

presently, she is open to:
- friends (these will be hard to make outside of her family simply due to her nature).
- enemies.
- acquaintances.
- a mentor.
- being taught how to write.
- any long term plots.
- anything else not mentioned.

she is closed to:
- death.
-capture.
- injury.
- litters.

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 475px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px](if you don't feel like reading, malaella developed molecular manipulation and water elementals. she basically can "create" ice now)

The night was crisp and warm and Malaella found herself comfortably settling down in an abandoned courtyard with a book. The title had been long since washed away but the contents were very well intact so she read and read until her eyelids began to droop and her shoulders sag. When it was finally time to retire, she firmly shut it before curling up around it, reasoning to just sleep there for the night. King's Landing was a large place but she figured that nobody would bother her. If they did, she would rain hell down upon them.

There was little hope in that promise though, and it took almost an hour for Malaella to drift off into an unsettled sleep, lips twisted into a deep frown. But time passed and she relaxed, a dreamy sigh harshly escaping from her snoozing form... that was when she began to dream.

At first, all she could detect was the cold. . It bitterly nipped at her paws and caused her to huddle to the ground for warmth, lavender eyes falling shut. An ominous wind berated her lithe figure and at one point, she even began to whimper, finding that she did not this weather one bit. But she was a fighter and managed to persevere, eventually gritting her teeth and standing up once more. She could overcome this chill, she knew she could! And she did, she pushed herself forward and while the cold was still there, it was a friend, not a foe.

Her vision had been white this entire time and, finally, it seemed to clear, revealing a forested setting draped in ice and snow. Everything was silent, muted by the white fluff everywhere, and as she tested out a few hesitant foot-steps, a look of childlike wonder moved to embrace her pale features. Her house words might of been 'Fire and Blood', but there was something appealing and magical about the snow everywhere. Warmth certainly ran through her veins, but it didn't run through her heart and soul... She was aware of that now.

Suddenly, Malaella awoke. She did not know what had just happened but wrote it off as a dream spurred by an imaginative mind- she had been reading fiction before bed. Still, there was something oddly real about what she had dreamed, something that caused her to silently approach the fountain that rested before her, something that caused her to extend a paw and watch as the water, not a lot, moved towards it. Closing her eyes, she did the only thing that felt natural: she froze it. Somehow, someway, she managed to manipulate the molecular structure of the substance and all that was left in its wake was a perfectly round piece of ice, one that she could not keep floating in the air. It entered the water with a small splash and left the Targaryen lioness looking absolutely dumbfounded.

"What just happened?" She questioned aloud, shaking her head. Her attention was so fixed on the slowly-melting ice that she didn't even realize that her nose had began to bleed, her body temporarily drained by the use of new powers. It was no matter though... she certainly wouldn't mind sacrificing her energy for the sake of these abilities. Not everyone had things like this happen to them, after all.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 475px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px]Malaella was not a dancer. Or, well, she had no desire to be. The art form was one she found redundant and like the plague, she avoided it, firmly stating her disinterest in learning how to sway and move like a true lady might. She could still be a lady without the trivial skill, she was sure of that, and never in her eight months of life had she been presented with a situation where dancing would prove to be an effective way of getting what she wanted. So why was she here then? Why was she staring at the two Tyrells with a sharp gaze and a deep frown? Honestly, the Targaryen could not tell you. She was firm in her beliefs and unchanging in her thoughts, meaning she was certainly not here to learn. But watching? Watching was a different story, and so, with a low grunt, she slid back on her haunches and continued her silent brood, a rounded ear twitching at the music selection.

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 475px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px]"What are you doing? What is all this?" The Targaryen would grumpily inquire, a look of mild distaste moving to embrace her pale features. Seeing a Tyrell light a fire for some reason unnerved her and she found herself staring at the flames suspiciously, paws absently kneading the ground. The marshmallows were another source of question for Malaella and she extended a quizzical look in their direction, lips pursing. [color=#c0c0c0]"What are those?" Another question... as if her first two weren't enough. She really didn't care if she was being a nuisance or not. She just wanted answers.

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 475px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px]"No thank you," Malaella would icily decline, firmly shaking her head at both April and the idea of 'dressing up'. Perhaps if she was warmer as a person and younger, she would of given it a thought, but in her detached adolescence, she wouldn't even contemplate it.

Frowning, the Targaryen would take a seat, her judging stare falling upon the various costumes and fabrics that the Tyrell had collected. Yup, there was absolutely no way.

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 475px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px]Her lips would purse as the Tyrell introduced herself, that look of doubt temporarily appearing again. Admittedly, she had hoped that one of her family members would come along first to greet her, but alas, this April person had beaten them to it. At least Jaehaerys and Milwaukee arrived shortly after. Offering the pair of Targaryens a quick nod, she'd temporarily focus her attention on the other female and introduce herself, "Malaella Targaryen, hello." From there, she would turn towards her brothers and smile only slightly, [color=#c0c0c0]"And hello to you two as well. I'm glad to be a part of this, really I am," she informed with a confident nod of her blonde head, looking almost pleased with herself. [color=#c0c0c0]"How many of us are there? If you don't mind me asking, of course."