Artist: Carrotwine - Song: Dark Side Of The Road
She kind of liked his forward and straight to the point way of talking. But needless to say, Sofia had never been one to sugarcoat what she said so the resemblance and familiarity was an easy one to see. She took a good look at him, finally being able to put a face to the name. She had heard of his name, and although she already knew some vague details about his overall appearance, this was their first meeting. There wasn’t a lot of focus or effort put into rumors, so she still was intent on letting his first impression be the deciding factor on how she’d view him thereon. ”Hard to say,”
said Sofia checking the heft of her bosom, which to be honest, was quite lacking in comparison to what she typically saw on her everyday life.”There must be something in the water. Or maybe as you put it, after so many near extinction events, only the strongest and most dominant traits continued. Powerful children, dark hair, the list goes on.”
It wasn’t a direct jab at his unique hair color, but there was no denying it wasn’t exactly the most common thing when compared to the dominant genes of brown and black hues. Nonetheless, her point was laced with all sorts of truth. The weak among the Quincy had died either centuries or millennia ago. Very few spiritual races had gone through as many near extinctions as they had. Being strong in this day and age didn’t just mean who could last the longest in battle, but it could also mean who was the best at avoiding it. Regardless of the means, what little remained of their race made it a rule and a habit to ensure their family line continued. The way the Montero family had raised Sofia was more akin what one would expect of soldiers in Vastime, if not more. She never faulted them though, it was a necessity born out of the actions of a man that was no more; a man that Sofia herself had already surpassed.”I’ll surely try to make your visit worth it,”
she added just before feeling the energy of Niflheim approach them.”I’m the Sternritter Executive, and that over there,”
she said pointing at the old lady, ”That’s the Elect.”
There was no need to emphasize what a position meant, as he likely didn’t care to know, and she really didn’t want to explain. What should be obvious was that Niflheim had the final say, even if Sofia had about the strongest chance to sway an opinion. The young woman’s main job was to fight, and lead the forces in battle, leaving the bureaucratic choices to those best suited for that task. Still, she really hoped her friend would at least entertain the proposition of the Stefan.
As far as she was concerned, the Quincy did not need to join another organization, but Stefan had made it clear that was not his intent. As far as being allies, desperate times called for desperate measures, and one could always have more of those. The Vandenreich had already allied themselves to the Vanguard and Vastime, so as long as their allegiances did not conflict, there was no reason to say no to the agreement. As her friend put it however, there was still the matter of what exactly Stefan required of them, as that would likely turn the conversation to its definite and intended end.
In the hopes that everything would be resolved in a way that benefited all parties involved, Sofia took a seat by the Elect, allowing Stefan the floor to move about and speak as he desired. These were indeed troubling times. The war was to come far sooner than later. Although she doubted the Vandenreich would get involved directly, they certainly would hold their ground against whatever forces threatened the region. On the other hand, both Ghislain and Sofia would certainly not miss the war effort or the chance to fight off Shadow Fall. There was still the matter of who they would come to the aid of, but there was no negotiation to be had that would keep them away from the battlefield.