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Everything seemed all so... Cliquey. In a brief and moderately depressing recollection of high school, Jacqueline remembered how people gravitated towards their own small groups of two, three, five. Some even had the gravitas to gather dozens to their sway, but penetrating such barriers was nigh-impossible, especially for a self-esteem weak teenager. Even as an adult, the idea of trying to get in-between someone's heated discussion was cause for concern. Maybe addressing a crowd of small alliances and talks without anything important to say wasn't the wisest idea. She may never know.
Still, there did appear to be one response to her general address; a somewhat taller woman with a particularly intense look to her. In the back of her mind, the image appeared of a grand lineage of Royalty passing that particular glance generation by generation. Jacqueline found herself slightly unnerved, but kept a strong and confident veneer tempered with calm, walking with the Royal Wolf. "Nice to meet you, Aryana, Rahu of the Iminir. I am Jacqueline, Cahalith of... Oh, that phrase... Hirfathra Hissu. I suppose I am only a couple years into this new life and was told to get in contact with established members in Sacramento. Has anyone told you that you have a royal demeanor? It's really fascinating."
"Oh, sorry. I get sidetracked all too often. What was it you wanted to talk about?"