[hr][center][h1][color=0072bc]Joryldin Nailo[/color][/h1][/center][hr]
[h2][center][b]Friends?[/b][/center][/h2]
[sub][right]Interacting with: [@Achronum][/right][/sub]

Joryldin covered his mouth, expecting to violently retch up his dinner. His dead stomach barely saved him from dry-heaving. He shook his head and tapped his palm up against his left ear to knock the nausea away.

[color=0072bc]"Hey Evalyn! Landing was -urp- fine by me... So, this is the cool kids club?"[/color] He chuckled; a quiet, wispy sound without much punch behind it. Looking down at his ridiculously lavish regalia, the fledgling couldn't help but feel embarrassed. [color=0072bc]"Guess I'm a bit overdressed, aren't I?"[/color]

Joryldin let out a sigh, and sat straight on the couch. [color=0072bc]"The rumors look to be about as true as they get. The academy's locked up like Fort Knox, so we're stuck here for the night. Mind introducing me to your crew here?"[/color] He put on his best smile. Perfect, unused fangs sparkled like polished spears.