Of Angєls.
◈ ··· Rigorous study was required of all those in the Legislative Youth Program in order to qualify for any political positions. Her academic career felt so long ago as her rise to power had been steady after a certain age. Having not visited the archives in years entering the library with the intent of investigating this new galaxy was almost nostalgic.
Librarians were most helpful in her search as everything in this city happened to be unreasonably old fashioned. A sizable stack of books now sat before the Senator, awaiting her approval in their usefulness to her search. Not far into the first chapter of her research the seat across from her became occupied. Glancing up over the inked words eyes fell on scarred flesh and tattooed markings.
Thin brows rose in astonishment, causing the text before her to fall closed as it was set down on the hardwood surface without a second thought. ❛ Battle scars... ❜ Words were trailing but are hardly tentative when spoken directly towards the boy she was addressing. ❛ I assume you are a warrior of some kind? ❜ There is no doubt in her speech though the answers to her prompt questioning are unknown.
❛ I believe that to be an honorable profession though I can’t be certain without knowing your cause. ❜ A prying query, especially when coming from the mouth of a stranger but nonetheless there was a keen interest in the reply that had yet to come.
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