[center][h1][color=32CD32]Ishara[/color][/h1][/center]

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The green-haired noble gave a respectful nod to each of the other Fellows as she was introduced, though otherwise mentally took note of the others in turn. 

Ukris' name and his father were indeed people she'd heard of before, or at least their names were not registering as 'alien' to her, and his hair was rather indicative of his status as being among a certain southern river-dwelling clan. He seemed to jovial sort that had been through some kind of rough-and-tumble given his prosthetic tooth. Perhaps a hard working sort of person? Though Sekhandur wouldn't have taken him in if he was lazy, that much she could glean about the noble son's demeanor already. 

Mekhari and Djedhor were another story, however, as their appearance almost seemed twin-like in effect. Or rather, more like a pair of siblings from at least one similar parents. Perhaps it was the Aemeni blood they had that led to such a thought, however, but she'd most definitely heard of their houses to be frank. A more noble demeanor seemed to hang about them, and the polite nod was something to be expected in that case. Perhaps the type of people to hang around a 'prodigy' such as Sekhandur. She got the feeling there was more than met the eye, however, when it came to the two noble sons. 

Then came the final member of the "Lion's Spirit", and seemingly the only other other girl than herself that was to be among these ranks. Her head was shaved and her petite frame seemed to speak of a fragility or sickliness, at least traditionally speaking, though her beauty was something to note. Yet despite the distinctly odd lack of introducing her 'pedigree' or family's relations to Photep, which drew Ishara's curiosity even further, the girl seemed to carry gentle eyes and a soft voice that matched her outward appearance. Something to both note, but also something to keep herself from falling into the trap of. Considering the girl was here and involved with these people, it was reasonable enough to assume she was a rather adept Noviate in her own right. 

Though of course Sekhandur, as much as she had respect for his skills, would push out those assumptions as expected. More than expected, actually, as she'd have been more surprised without him sounding as he had been. Fit the stereotype of a noble and magic prodigy to a 'T', so incredibly so she rather unconsciously and unthinkingly took a mental note to keep an eye on the boy. 

[color=32CD32]"I must confess, to be looked forward to so much by others is something I did not expect. Even so I am honored to be here, and to have been invited in the first place!"[/color] Ishara confessed as she took the offered seat, an ever so noticeable hint of sheepishness in her voice as she genuinely tried to come off somewhat humble despite her polite manner of speaking, [color=32CD32]"Though I am embarrassed to admit I have many a question, and am eager to get working with you all! I pray I will at least be a good, contributing member of this Fellowship of course."[/color]