Nystasia

*You are sitting on your throne giving a few silent orders to your servants, and considering recent developments with the borders when one of your attendants quietly informs you that a strange character is at your gates seeking an audience. Curious, yet cautious, you let the attendant know to let the person in, but you also let your gaurds know to be cautious. Two servants open the heavy double doors, and through them steps a woman of the likes you had never seen. Though remarkably beautiful, she is covered in smooth, green scales, and has a unique face shape. Just based off of her body language, it is clear she knows how many stares she is attracting, she just doesn't care. She walks forward confidently, her hips swaying subtly, and stops in the center of the room. She executes a delecate, crisp bow, and rises, meeting your eyes, and flashing a sharp toothed grin* Greetings noble ruler. I must admit, your kingdom is strange, yet very impressive. It is unlike anything I have ever seen... *Her voice is buttery smooth, and she seems very comfortable in the presense of a king* Forgive my informality, my name is Nystasia, of the Fač̣-nor Vesa. We are native to a far away continent named Vesanta, of the likes of which you have probably never heard of. I am an emmisary, or ambassador for my people. We are explorers, and come in peace. *She stands straight, meeting your eyes with that confident, yet subtle smile, as if measuring your response before you have even said it.*