[center][color=silver][h3]Sylvia[/h3][/color][/center]

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Sylvia stood up in a room in some nondescript corner of the Sentinel. She had picked the spot specifically so that she could practice violin and do some roar-barking without disturbing anyone, and had been successful - at least with the violin part. As she made her way to the door to head to the meeting, she decided to release one last roar-bark at full bore.

She did so.

It was loud.

[i]Very[/i] loud.

As she walked out into one of the airship's many corridors, she idly thought [i][color=silver]there's a nice, friendly welcoming call for the newbies,[/color][/i] knowing full well that it was usually perceived as the opposite.

She walked down the hall, her long feren legs making short work of the journey despite her casual pace. Her enormous mane of hair, much of it bundled up in an extravagant ponytail, trailed along behind her. It was fortunate that she was as tall as she was, as the hair would drag along the ground if she was any shorter. Hearing a couple of voices down one of the corridors she walked past, she continued walking and soon reached the meeting room. However, as she peered in she noticed that the only people in the room were the Harp and his bodyguards. The Harp wasn't someone to have a casual chat with, so she didn't walk in, and instead meandered around the halls near the room, waiting for someone else to show up.[/color]