The vast space vessel had arrived at the Masquerade Space Station almost a month ago and was finally making arrangements to depart. It wasn't that the people of Masquerade were poor hosts, quite the contrary, upon encountering the Masquerade people the odd feline race had entered into heavy negotiations and peace talks with the planets occupants.
Trivii being of feline descent herself had been elected to greet the small party the Fela would leave in the care of Masquerade while taking the hodge podge of space experienced volunteers for the exchange.
The council thought it would make the exchange easier on their guests of the next two years.
Carefully watching the boarding dock she coiled her silvery tail about her waist and twitched an ear while taking a grounding breath, and recalling her training.
Dignity and Decorum. Aplomb and Grace.
Patience.
She dug her claws into the light skirt she wore and waited a little more, ignoring the slice of claw into flesh, and focusing on remaining still.
