[center][h2][color=silver]~ Sylvia Sterling ~[/color][/h2][/center]

[color=gray]As Sylvia and Isa got closer to the meeting room, more people were seen flocking to it. Sylvia inwardly sighed at how she had successfully suppressed the bird feren's nervousness, but in its place stood poutiness. The violinist assumed that this mood would be short lived due to the assumed company of the meeting, but it came sooner than that when the girl finally realized what Sylvia had meant when she said "I have a sneaking suspicion that you're going the same place I am." Sylvia could almost hear Isa's eyes widen behind her as the gears in the young girl's brain frantically turned. Meanwhile, the [i]Chrysocyon[/i] remained completely calm as she walked into the meeting room, leaving the bird feren to her own thoughts.

Taking her usual place on the wall, Sylvia surveyed the scene. Stood with her arms crossed hugging her violin and bow, and legs crossed down at her calves with one foot planted on the ground and the other resting on the point of its shoe, the tall woman hardly looked to treat this meeting seriously. She was by far the most casual of the bunch in all but what she was wearing, and to the observer she either didn't care or had done this a thousand times before. Those who knew of her knew that it was emphatically the latter.

There weren't too many people in the meeting room as of yet. Four people who Sylvia didn't recognize (and assumed to be rookies), including the bird feren, sat at the table. The bird feren looked predictably overwhelmed. Sylvia hoped that for her sake the girl would shape up quickly, especially with the prospect of [i]Shae Arca[/i] taking part. It wasn't like the famed Huntress to show up late if she showed up at all, but Sylvia still held out hope that she would make her presence known soon so Sylvia wouldn't have to lead a bunch of greenhorns. Amusingly, the two swordsmen present seemed to be polar opposites - a repulsion that seemed to be already manifesting itself. Sylvia watched with interest, taking her eyes away momentarily to politely nod and grin at Linta, the resident Sky Dweller, as she entered the room. [color=silver][i]Well, at least there's [u]someone[/u] that I recognize,[/i][/color] Sylvia thought. Linta was certainly someone Sylvia had no qualms with, despite her relative feral-ness. Of course, right after the barn owl feren entered, another person Sylvia didn't recognize walked in. He looked mature, at least, but Sylvia still didn't like her odds of leading this bunch.[/color]