[center][h2][color=lightblue]V E L A  F A D E[/color][/h2]
[@Guilty Spark] [@Metztli] [@Psyker Landshark][/center]

Vela cast her covered gaze up to the ceiling, her 'vision' wandering around and about -past the initiates, past the handler, past the other newly-minted team across the room, a smile wide across her face all the while. She let out a little 'hm', sounding not-quite satisfied with something, before pulling her near body-length ponytail over her shoulder, and settling down daintily in an offered seat.

[color=lightblue]"Can but one take the place of our 'few' missing faces? Or am I looking at one called an 'Adept'?"[/color] Vela asked, folding a knee over the other, and clasping her hands over the resting leg. The smile on her face faded jarringly quick, her interest in the matter only just long enough to ask the question. Her head remained still, but her eyes darted about her team, then.

A ragged knight of an orc, and a flame-skinned tiefling. She felt out of place, but made no outward gesture of it. She was not unused to tieflings, but the horned faces she personally knew did not dress in such casual clothing. The orc seemed similarly 'inappropriately dressed' for one called a former knight. But then, that had her mind wandering into assumptions -her first being that this man had lost quite a bit. Clearly, to her, he did not drop the title of knight willingly.

[color=lightblue]"I am Vela Fade, a sorceress, if you will."[/color] She dwelled for a second on Mathias's introduction, and realized only then the pun within it, pertinent only to her. She smiled again, and continued, [color=lightblue]"I foresee a bit more time needed to break the ice completely,"[/color] she smirked devilishly.