The Lion King
Aboard the Seren Heritage
Conference Room
And so they were all assembled, with this being the first of hopefully many meetings. His travels throughout the known galaxy had guided him to various men and women, all of which were in need of a purpose - or simply re-directed - to find their respective place in this vast universe, whatever that may be. He did not presume to tell them what to do, but merely advise and offer a guiding hand. These individuals were all different in various aspects; different backgrounds, different outlooks on life and the future - yet Thurion believed they all had the potential and willingness to make the galaxy a better place. Every little thing counts; some of them may become legendary heroes of the galaxy, while some of them may just seek to better themselves. It did not matter. A single smile may very well change the course of history, or a friendly handshake rather than a slap on the fingers may create a better future in the slightest way. Some are sure to disagree with this belief of his, but it was his to believe in, nevertheless.
Thurion was stood inside the conference room aboard his ship, where he had sent word for the others to join him. His little girl, Nina, was at his side clutching his hand. Save for @[member="Jasmine Lancaster"], who had already been given her own quarters aboard his ship, this would be the first time she'd meet with all these new people her guardian had gathered, and while she did not fully understand why he had done so, she would never question his intentions. She knew full-well he wouldn't have done it without good reason - he was far too wise for such to be true. "Are you sure I fit in this dress, Thurion?" she asked him telepathically while fussing with her attire, straightening her socks or brushing off the occasional strand of hair from her shoulders. He gave her hand a gentle squeeze for reassurance. "You look wonderful, my little one. Don't worry about what others will think so much - what matters is that you're comfortable", he replied as he settled a hand upon her head, patting her softly. Her worries seemed to stagnate somewhat, but it didn't stop her from fussing about with her dress. @[member="Katrine Van Derveld"] would recognise it to be the one she'd bought her during her and Thurion's first meeting.
@[member="Connor Harrison"] @[member="Jeela Tillian "]@[member="Teresa Allens "]@[member="Anders Sivas"]
Conference Room
And so they were all assembled, with this being the first of hopefully many meetings. His travels throughout the known galaxy had guided him to various men and women, all of which were in need of a purpose - or simply re-directed - to find their respective place in this vast universe, whatever that may be. He did not presume to tell them what to do, but merely advise and offer a guiding hand. These individuals were all different in various aspects; different backgrounds, different outlooks on life and the future - yet Thurion believed they all had the potential and willingness to make the galaxy a better place. Every little thing counts; some of them may become legendary heroes of the galaxy, while some of them may just seek to better themselves. It did not matter. A single smile may very well change the course of history, or a friendly handshake rather than a slap on the fingers may create a better future in the slightest way. Some are sure to disagree with this belief of his, but it was his to believe in, nevertheless.
Thurion was stood inside the conference room aboard his ship, where he had sent word for the others to join him. His little girl, Nina, was at his side clutching his hand. Save for @[member="Jasmine Lancaster"], who had already been given her own quarters aboard his ship, this would be the first time she'd meet with all these new people her guardian had gathered, and while she did not fully understand why he had done so, she would never question his intentions. She knew full-well he wouldn't have done it without good reason - he was far too wise for such to be true. "Are you sure I fit in this dress, Thurion?" she asked him telepathically while fussing with her attire, straightening her socks or brushing off the occasional strand of hair from her shoulders. He gave her hand a gentle squeeze for reassurance. "You look wonderful, my little one. Don't worry about what others will think so much - what matters is that you're comfortable", he replied as he settled a hand upon her head, patting her softly. Her worries seemed to stagnate somewhat, but it didn't stop her from fussing about with her dress. @[member="Katrine Van Derveld"] would recognise it to be the one she'd bought her during her and Thurion's first meeting.
@[member="Connor Harrison"] @[member="Jeela Tillian "]@[member="Teresa Allens "]@[member="Anders Sivas"]