[h3][color=yellow]"Do you need any help getting down? I'm Solomon, by the way."[/color]
                                                                                     -Eyes like sulfur[/h3] 

Lelia curved her lips into the barest hint of a smile, the most she would offer any stranger as a sign of gratitude.  She was thankful for his courtesy, but she demonstrated her self-sufficiency by manipulating [i]Neotina[/i] without moving a muscle.  Nearly invisuble threads untangled from her form, snaking their way back into her sleeves.  Once she gained her footing, she had to stifle a gasp and retreat a step back.  

[color=darkorchid]"You're a tall one,"[/color] she quickly appraised him, not caring enough to sound impressed .  He was well over six feet tall, towering over her modest sixty-seven inches.  Not bad, just nothing new.  Still, he at least looked the part of a warrior.  What with the realistic wolf-head hoodie, he resembled a hipster caveman.  Plus five on psychological warfare, she mentally shrugged.  She winded down this time, not wanting to bust his balls so early in the Initiation.   He would be her partner for the rest of her days at Beacon.  Playing nice was a necessity...and good for the soul.  [color=darkorchid]"Solomon, huh?  Well, [i]King[/i], you can call me Lelia."[/color]  Solemnly placing her right hand over her heart, she tilted her head forward in a slight bow and briefly closed her eyes.  A not uncommon greeting from a warrior to another, an almost submissive display, as if to acknowledge another's strength.    

Viola tradition: [i]never[/i] shake hands with a stranger.  That honor was restricted to acts of good faith.  Something the sulfer-eyes boy had to earn.  And she hoped he would.  In time.

She rested her hands on her hips, ready to disembark whenever Solomon was ready.  [color=darkorchid]"Shall we continue North from her---huh...Solomon....stand....still."[/color]  A blur of dark fur crept behind Solomon.  She frowned at his lack of awareness.  Using her semblance, she willed whatever elusive species of Grimm to expose itself.  With a fierce tug powered by her mind, she yanked it back.      


[@AquaAzura]