Norix nervously played with her sleeves. She knew that Dracons enjoyed gossip, but she didn't quite enjoy being the center of their attention. Nasty things could easily be spread in the large game of telephone that they enjoyed playing. She didn't want to think it got to her, but it did. Nori wanted to do her best to prove herself, but she knew the power of words. A simple lie could take down everything she worked so hard for. Norix felt self-conscious about her wardrobe choice as everyone looked at her, judging her. But she wouldn't change. She refused. If she lived in such a world that people would stab you with words and glares for wearing something, she wouldn't accept it. Norix wanted a new world. One without such harsh judgment. 

Nori looked towards the blue-clad Dracon. She didn't expect a meeting so soon. She didn't feel like she prepared enough. She felt dirty and stupid, a feeling that would probably worsen when she was under the Prince's gaze. Norix couldn't let it show. She had to make a good impression, both of herself and her caravan. She straightened herself and put her head up high. She would be meeting the Prince, and she had to look like she deserved it. 

Norix patted her bag, making sure her cards were still there. She hoped the Prince wouldn't think it silly that she used normal playing cards to tell fortune, but it was her deck. Anything else simply wouldn't work. She followed the gold and blue dressed Dracon, mentally preparing herself for what was to come. 

[@Aristocles]