[hr][hr][center][h1][color=9e005d]Leandra Lovelace[/color][/h1][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/3o7aTpFglw46r5BfHi/giphy.gif[/img][hr]
[color=9e005d][b]Location:[/b][/color] New Rome - The Senate House
[color=9e005d][b]Skills: [/b][/color]Contacts, Charisma[/center][hr][hr]
As the meeting came to a close, Leandra arose to her feet, eyes still glued on her book. Her pen, guided by her steady hand, formed lines on the page straight enough to cause a ruler to have an identity crisis. A grid began to form as she did so, but she stopped when she felt the light tapping of a finger on her shoulder. She let out a sigh as she turned around, expecting to see one of the unpleasantly stern faces of the camp’s praetors, but she was pleasantly surprised when she saw who really approached her. Maggie was quite the friendly face around New Rome, and she got on as well with Leandra as she did with just about everyone else. Leandra let her shoulders drop, a smile replacing the the concentrated frown she'd previously worn.

[color=9e005d]"Oh, Madame Ortega! I cannot tell you how lovely it is to see a pair of eyes that isn't looking at me like I'm the uninvited drunkle who decided to crash the wedding,"[/color] she joked, casting a glance over at the remains of the senators dispersing from the meeting. Any disdain for them she had was hidden behind her eyes, away and out of sight. She then looked back to Maggie, giving a single nod. As she began to speak again, her eyes lowered to the baby in the woman's arms, and, friendly smile on her face, she held a finger out for the baby to play with, with its tiny little hands. [color=9e005d]"Yes, I do suspect it'll be quite the busy few days. But I think my cohort and I will be able to handle it. The only problem will be making sure that we don't fall behind as far as training. Something's brewing, and I'm not going to let my people be the first to die when the war begins."[/color]