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Riven puffed up a bit watching the two interact. Oh great, they know each other, was this going to get awkward, she didn’t really know Quinn too well but considering who she was she was made to live with her, and the bird... “I live with her. We aren’t too close, I just know she talks to her bird... Valor? It’s nice to meet you Miss Laurent.”

"Greetings." the duelist offered, a bit of apprehension caught in her throat. "You're the Noxian refugee I've been hearing about, yes? How are you finding Demacia?"

“I don’t much consider myself Noxian any more, but sure, that’s me. The Noxian refugee.” She paused, assessing the woman before her, probably a noble woman, most definitely a noble woman. Riven sighed, “It’s different than what I’ve been accustom to in my time of travel.”

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How do you feel about Yasuo???

“He’s that guy with the sword right, the one who was supposed to be protecting an elder and is accused of killing him, right?” She hesitates.

“I feel... bad...”

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Riven looked down at the noble woman’s hand reaching out to her. Fiora Laurent. The name rang a few bells but the smaller woman couldn’t place it, thinking for the moment caused her to hesitate in returning the other woman’s formalities. “Forgive me.” Riven took Fiora’s hand, bowing slightly. “Riven, Miss Laurent.”

"Greetings." the duelist offered, a bit of apprehension caught in her throat. "You're the Noxian refugee I've been hearing about, yes? How are you finding Demacia?"

“I don’t much consider myself Noxian any more, but sure, that’s me. The Noxian refugee.” She paused, assessing the woman before her, probably a noble woman, most definitely a noble woman. Riven sighed, “It’s different than what I’ve been accustom to in my time of travel.”

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|an indie rp/ask/art blog for Riven of League of Legends|

A tired wanderer has found redemption in an old enemy, will their vision hold true where Noxus’ failed her, or will it join that vision in the rubble of her distant past?

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"Greetings." the duelist offered, a bit of apprehension caught in her throat. "You're the Noxian refugee I've been hearing about, yes? How are you finding Demacia?"

“I don’t much consider myself Noxian any more, but sure, that’s me. The Noxian refugee.” She paused, assessing the woman before her, probably a noble woman, most definitely a noble woman. Riven sighed, “It’s different than what I’ve been accustom to in my time of travel.”

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"Hey there sweet cheeks~" lets--bounce

“Hello.”