[color=0072bc][center][h2]INDIGO[/h2][/center][/color] [color=gray]Indigo had not been paying attention to most of the proceedings, instead concentrating on the cover of the ceiling. Indigo cocked her head to the side, her black, greasy ponytail cascading down her clothed shoulder, pondering the reason of a ceiling. These people were strange; wouldn’t they like to feel the air rush over their skin as the airship moved through the sky? Linta seemed to like it. However, when a voice inquired about a “story,” Indigo casted her eyes towards the newcomer. [color=7ea7d8]“Sto-ry?”[/color] Indigo muttered, [color=7ea7d8]“Yes, I shall tell a complete stranger my life story.”[/color] The sarcasm wasn’t her sharpest, but it dripped like acid out of her mouth and she leaned backwards, crossing her arms, effectively closing herself off from the group. It was only when Linta walked into the room that Indigo uncrossed her arms, as if to welcome the owl girl with open arms. While she was not much of a smiling person, Indigo cared deeply for Linta, and so she allowed a small smirk grace her features. She was going to simply gesture at the girl to communicate her desire, but with so many of these “civilized” people around her, she thought it best to speak. [color=7ea7d8]“Cutting it close, yeah, Linta?”[/color] She murmured, amused.[/color]