Despite the rumbling of the thunder outside and the splash of rain against the windows, the inner hallways of the headquarters of the Order of Lorelei glowed soft and warm with the light of lanterns hung strategically along the walls, chasing away the shadows the storm had brought. After a moment in which a peal of thunder shook the windows lightly, a small figure of no more than eleven rounded a distant corner at full tilt, hurrying down one of the carpeted passages, heedless of the lashing rain or the soft glow of flames, grinning widely. For her own inner happiness and excitement far outshone any artificial light at that moment. Honestly, for Anise Tatlin, what could be better then having been made a Fon Master Guardian at last.
Skidding to a halt outside of a dark wood office door A little over halfway down the hallway, Anise quickly brushed the palms of her hands down the front of her silky light blue tunic that she had worn especially for the occasion, smoothing out any wrinkles in the fabric. Matching pale blue ribbons had been tied into her Long brown hair in a pair of pigtails that fell to The middle of her back, falling to either side of a grinning doll with mismatched button eyes. Squinting into the metallic surface of the doorknob as she carefully controlled her wild smile and rapid breathing, she momentarily attempted to assess the statelyness of her own appearance, not wanting to give a horrible first impression, but quickly gave up with a snort as her own image was distorted almost to the point of an recognition. Taking a deep breath and producing a much more socially acceptable winning smile for practice, she lifted one of her gloved hands and knocked loudly on the door.
Skidding to a halt outside of a dark wood office door A little over halfway down the hallway, Anise quickly brushed the palms of her hands down the front of her silky light blue tunic that she had worn especially for the occasion, smoothing out any wrinkles in the fabric. Matching pale blue ribbons had been tied into her Long brown hair in a pair of pigtails that fell to The middle of her back, falling to either side of a grinning doll with mismatched button eyes. Squinting into the metallic surface of the doorknob as she carefully controlled her wild smile and rapid breathing, she momentarily attempted to assess the statelyness of her own appearance, not wanting to give a horrible first impression, but quickly gave up with a snort as her own image was distorted almost to the point of an recognition. Taking a deep breath and producing a much more socially acceptable winning smile for practice, she lifted one of her gloved hands and knocked loudly on the door.