<strong>Name:</strong>Beatrix von Winterfeldt<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Queen's reception room<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Alveena, Corrine, Diane, Ladondra<br/><hr/><br/>Beatrix's distaste for the displays of braggadocio made by some of her sisters was evident on her face, but she remained silent; it was the queen's judgement that mattered.  She fixed her eyes attentively on the regal matron as her name was spoken.<em>"You are the third Sister I choose."</em><br/><br/>With these words, the strange tingling upon her brow returned in force as she heard this; the realization slowly came upon her that her old life had ended with that statement, and a new one as guardian and consort of Prince Randolf had taken its place.  Slowly, she nodded and gave a simple curtsy in reply before stepping forward to join Diane and Corrine.  Queen Alveena's next choice was interesting; the dark-skinned girl was the only one of her kind Beatrix had seen in the guild house, and although she had read about the nations and peoples across the South Sea, it occurred to her that she knew nothing of the girl herself.  Lastly, after a moment of suspense, the one called Ladondra was called forth, and the Companions were chosen.<br/><br/>Queen Alveena said a few closing words, and the five of them were ushered through a door, down a hallway, through another door, outside.  All the while, Beatrix thought to herself quietly.