<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #400080"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Lady Iris Delecroix</span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #8040FF"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">House of Delecroix</span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1155.photobucket.com/albums/p543/Rikasha16/Stuff/632697-anneoa017864.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>Being in the stands watching the tournament was enough to keep young Iris's mind off her beloved horse being put down but it wasn't enough to ease the pain. That horse was something she cherished greatly, it was more like a friend to her than anything but to have seen it put down was too much to handle at the time. Crying in her room wouldn't do her any good so she felt that she had to just take a deep breath and go on with the rest of her day and for a rare occasion she was without her brother. Iris loved the man dearly, he protected her and wanted what was best but sometimes he could be a bit overbearing to the point she wanted little to do with him. Sometimes she wished he understood that he couldn't hold her hand forever.<br/><br/>For a moment she thought about leaving the tournament but that was before a young lady decided to keep her company. The girl seemed very sweet and after hearing her name she knew exactly who she was but Iris didn't seem bothered by it, the problems between families weren't really considering the woman so she did not feel hostility towards the girl in any way possible.<span style="color: #8040FF">"It is nice to meet you, I'm Lady Iris Delecroix and I agree with your statement. I don't mind the company in fact I would greatly appreciate it."</span>She stated as she motioned the young girl over to sit with her.<br/><br/>Iris was always a sweet girl, kind hearted and was a spitting image of her mother. It was clear that she wasn't the type to enjoy rivalry or fights of any sort and was normally just content with what happened. Sometimes she just thought it was easier to look on the bright side of everything.<span style="color: #8040FF">"I can say that i'm not very good with starting conversations but if I may ask, what made you come my way?"</span>