The miniature albatross shivered slightly, standing in an otherwise ideal position for the ceremony, feet planted at approximately shoulder width, wings folded neatly behind her in a pink windbreaker of sorts. Her Type 35 was freshly requisitioned-the best sort of clean possible-for ideal performance, her rank pins arranged upon her breast in an orderly fashion.
The little Shan smiled when she noticed Anastasia had finally gotten around to fixing her damaged wing. If there wasn't a procession coming along right at this time, Arb-Arb would have been asking Ana almost the exact same questions her infantry roommate was firing away with...
Upon the Empress's arrival, the Kaiyo's weapons operator delivered a bow which brought her upper body nearly horizontal, lasting for several seconds before realigning herself.
The little Shan smiled when she noticed Anastasia had finally gotten around to fixing her damaged wing. If there wasn't a procession coming along right at this time, Arb-Arb would have been asking Ana almost the exact same questions her infantry roommate was firing away with...
Upon the Empress's arrival, the Kaiyo's weapons operator delivered a bow which brought her upper body nearly horizontal, lasting for several seconds before realigning herself.