[center][h2][color=f49ac2][b]Quina Quen[/b][/color][/h2]
[b]Level:[/b] 1
[b]Day/Time:[/b] Day 1, Evening
[b]Location:[/b] Tetris Castle Reception Hall
[b]Interactions:[/b] Luigi [@Bright_Ops] & Naija [@DracoLunaris]
[B]Mentions:[/b] Edward Buck [@Aether Spawn], Guile [@Holy Soldier]  & Crash [@Argetlam350][/center]

 "[color=f49ac2]Hello. Am Quina, is...[/color]" Luigi's twitching eye and then the carefully studied calm he displayed didn't seem to stop Quina from trying to introduce himself (or herself). It was only after he turned and walked away without saying a word when Quina realised that the Green Man was clearly quite hungry, and as much as it might have been nice to get a proper introduction, Quina couldn't begrudge Luigi for wanting food.

"[color=f49ac2]...eat well,[/color]" Quina called after Luigi, waving happily towards his back, "[color=f49ac2]and try soup, Green Man![/color]"

 At least there were new people to satiate Quina's fleeting desire for proper introductions. The Grey Man Who Gave Frog Legs, Edward, kindly decided to handle the grumpy looking person who stormed in and demanded answers. Quina considered briefly contradicting the story that Edward Buck was giving, seeing as Quina was pretty confident that it wasn't the Grey Man Who Gave Frog Legs that actually started the fight. Then again, Quina was also pretty confident that this entire party was being thrown in her, or his, honour. Perhaps this whole angry-looking-man-with-flat-hair thing was just a play being put on before the next course was served? While all these thoughts were busy pushing their way through his (or her) conscious mind, Quina just stood there, perfectly still, staring at the gathered people.

"[color=4BE2A3]Um, hello. I’m Naija,[/color]" said the small, crouched creature with green skin, "[color=4BE2A3]It is nice to meet you all?[/color]"

 Quina stared at Naija in the same way that a cat watches a mouse; a mix of curiousity at seeing such a thing and anticipation of a meal in the coming minutes. After waddling a little closer, Quina squatted down to get a closer look at the little figure, taking in the carefully constructed and tiny clothes, the webbed hands and feet, the little mop of white hair and coming to one conclusion: this talking almost-frog was [i]special[/i]. It meant [i]something[/i].

 "[color=f49ac2]Am Quina. [i]Hello[/i],[/color]" Quina began, not really considering the notion that Naija might feel uncomfortable being loomed over by such a large person, especially one that enjoyed eating things, and [i]especially[/i] one that possessed an appreciation for the culinary virtues of an animal that Naija might easily be mistaken for, "[color=f49ac2]special Naija. Here for party? Yes?[/color]"