[ She saunters into the place like she owns it and owns it she does, what with the territorial claim Clan Gully holds over Moorabella at present. There's some pride to be had for that success she acknowledges is in part due to the clan and in part to its leadership, a little something she's still puzzling out given the relative novelty of her position. It isn't so bright, so new that she's unfamiliar with it, but it's an unwieldy grasp she exercises on occasion, one of someone learning how to lead a group as opposed to simply oneself, and that requires some consideration, some practice despite how oft she's seen it witnessed throughout her life.
Some things are easier than others to learn even for someone Gifted as she is.
Despite this and the volume of the weight upon her mind, Adelle is good and well aware of what she came for. She moves for the board first this time, keen to give it a good once over before she claims her seat. Work is what she needs to keep the clan busy while she decides their next course of action and there's bound to be something of interest to Clan Gully's members even if it doesn't quite inspire her in particular to action.
In approaching the board, however, her eyes catch sight of an unfamiliar man, the sort children are often shied away from. That would be relevant were Adelle a child. As is, she's an adult of seventeen and quite capable of making her own decisions, questionable or otherwise. In this case, that adjective is left by the wayside in favor of the simple fact that that man's hair is a fashion nightmare that does everything to offend. ]
Life treating you roughly? You look like she's been having a good time with you.
[ But he also looks like he's trying to work through it. The board on the table, the pieces atop it say something of that to the young woman, whose fingers find the back of an unoccupied chair as though to ask, 'Is this seat taken?' An eyebrow slightly raised is added in support. Yes or no, she'll be taking that seat, sir, her curiosity stirred for the look of the man, what she can read of him, and the fact that one way or another, she will be putting scissors to that hair today. ]
bless u for ur patience
Some things are easier than others to learn even for someone Gifted as she is.
Despite this and the volume of the weight upon her mind, Adelle is good and well aware of what she came for. She moves for the board first this time, keen to give it a good once over before she claims her seat. Work is what she needs to keep the clan busy while she decides their next course of action and there's bound to be something of interest to Clan Gully's members even if it doesn't quite inspire her in particular to action.
In approaching the board, however, her eyes catch sight of an unfamiliar man, the sort children are often shied away from. That would be relevant were Adelle a child. As is, she's an adult of seventeen and quite capable of making her own decisions, questionable or otherwise. In this case, that adjective is left by the wayside in favor of the simple fact that that man's hair is a fashion nightmare that does everything to offend. ]
Life treating you roughly? You look like she's been having a good time with you.
[ But he also looks like he's trying to work through it. The board on the table, the pieces atop it say something of that to the young woman, whose fingers find the back of an unoccupied chair as though to ask, 'Is this seat taken?' An eyebrow slightly raised is added in support. Yes or no, she'll be taking that seat, sir, her curiosity stirred for the look of the man, what she can read of him, and the fact that one way or another, she will be putting scissors to that hair today. ]