[center][h3][color=#cc33ff]Fiala: for better or worse[/color][/h3][/center]

After landing, Fiala hung slightly back, keeping behind her sister, watching and listening, but not interested in immediately jumping into the politics of the current situation. This wasn't unusual for her: even before descending to Earth, Fiala had kept to the back of every meeting, simply listening to what others had to say, and often rudely feigning exhaustion when she found the conversation to be too boring. Millennia in exile didn't change her distaste for meetings - in fact, walking among modern humans only made her hate them even more ([color=#cc33ff][i]you really need EVERYONE present to discuss changes that only affect a small few? really??[/i][/color]) - but she knew this meeting was different. So while she had little to say (avoiding meetings altogether kind of makes it hard to voice opinion during them), for perhaps the first time in her life she intended to give her siblings full attention.

Then Goehearth stepped forward and picked her up. He shook her as he boomed his usual greeting. Just like old times. Fiala held her breath as he pulled her in for a hug. [color=#cc33ff]"Of course, brother. The pleasure is exclusively mine."[/color] She tempered the sarcasm in her tone, if only to avoid starting a conflict. He was right - now wasn't the time. Reflexively, she pulled the pack of cigarettes from her back pocket and flipped one into her mouth. She held off on lighting it, instead looking around at those who had gathered. All familiar faces... except two, a man who seemed to be Stjerne's friend, and a young woman who clearly had no idea what was going on. Interesting.

Fiala stepped forward from her metaphorical corner and stood next to the woman, who identified herself as Kayla. She nudged Kayla with her elbow, and subtly offered her a cigarette. [color=#cc33ff]"Helps calm the nerves,"[/color] she said softly... but as soon as the words left her mouth, Kayla seemed to relax. Fiala exhaled. Well, it would be rude to rescind the offer now...

Then Vetra misted in. Fiala tucked the pack back into her pocket and leaned against the nearest wall, her cigarette still unlit, allowing her sister to go on her tirade. She chuckled at the threats, especially as she went off about incest. [color=#cc33ff]"I mean, I don't have a hateful bone in my body... but eh, when you're right, you're right."[/color]

She turned back to Kayla and offered a hand to shake. Might as well own it. [color=#cc33ff]"Fiala, by the way. I robbed my boyfriend before coming here."[/color]

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