Mate of Fate (On hold)

"I-I guess so," Oriana says. We stand at the door in an awkward silence before I decide to break the ice.
"Do you wanna come in? I mean, unless you want to die of awkwardness," I say, laughing nervously. I really want to try to get my mate before this quest thingy; I don't really like it.
"Sure." She says, kind of relieved. She walks in and her blonde curls bounce with each step she takes. I cannot help but look at her backside in the rather skinny jeans she is wearing. It's nice. Hehe. I have issues.
"Okay! So, Oriana, is it?" I say finally cutting through the thick tension. I could already tell this would be quite awkward...
"Yes, yes it is." She says, trying to relax.
"Okay, tell me about yourself some."
"Well, I am 127 and I work Second in Command for the Army of Legends!" She says. "I am not huge on music, but I really will listen to anything. Same with food, I love everything!"
I am kind of taken aback. Army of Legends? It takes high skill to be enlisted. For banshees, I know, they have to have a scream powerful enough to kill and an appearance so crude, you are paralyze in trepidation. Also, you have to have the basic know how of combat hand to hand and with a weapon.
"Army of Legends? You are aware of the traits you must acquire, right?" I say in shock.
"Absolutley!" she says, entirely sure. Even smug. I have been around since the earth has been around and I have never been invited to enlist or anything. Not only do I have a voice that can kill, I am terrifying. My scream also can be changed to lure one to death. In other words, I can imitate a siren.
"Are you serious?! I have been around since Earth has been born, and my voice can be more powerful than your young voice! I really am not grasping why they have never had me." I say, almost yelling.
"Most likely because you have been chosen to choose mate for all of the creatures. That takes even more skill than Army of Legends! Hence why you were chosen!" She says, calmy.
Realization hits my face. That's true..I look over at the clock and see it's only noon. Two hours? We have only been talking for a short amount of time, though. Oh, well.
"Well, I assume you know of my other mate Christian Coma?" I ask.
"Yes, I'm also quite unprepared to meet him!" She says, getting nervous again.
"He'll be coming over at six. We need to explain.."

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