The woman watched as the excitement burned in the males' eyes. Fanaticism. Very much like what she'd seen before, but where? She narrowed her eyes and watched him just a bit more closely. She couldn't quite put a pin in it, exactly where she'd heard that type of banter before. With enough though she was sure she'd figure it out. The female sheathed her weapon as they began preparations for the reconstruction. Aunrae waved for a fire to be built and a repasse of finger foods to be laid out. It was mostly her desire to feed the male that had struck in her craw to do so. Why? She gritted her teeth. It did not matter. She would eat too and that would be enough reason. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">You may share in my meal, Male.</span>" She directed the statement to Vorn, it was only simple Nuts, mushrooms, dried meats that were laid out. But it would be enough to replenish while the army surged and roiled around them as they obeyed orders.<br/><br/>She wondered if he'd noticed the females had backed off. If it was her presence or otherwise. It didn't matter. She'd waste away another female if she had to. This Male held secrets and she was happy to keep by close by to discover what else he hid. In his head, and under his clothes. Aunrae smirked at herself. She certainly wanted to try Vorn. To see if he fit, just right. She wondered to herself, would he be impressive?Or would he fall short in that respect? She eyed him, the look much like a "Cat that ate the canary" look one might find on a creature happily satiated by a meal. Would he simper in the sheets? Would he beg her for his release? She shivered, the hairs standing up on her arms at the thought.<br/><br/>She pulled the Dagger of Venom from her robes and examined it, turning the blade, and her thoughts around and around. Interesting. The powers would allow her to poison someone as if from a spell, but it was a limited casting. Her knowledge wasn't as in depth as Vorns' but it was cultivated by her House wizard, Draxin. Another male, who's company she enjoyed. Though she'd left him to keep her power in her House under control and in check. He wouldn't be able to exert outward dominance, but he had his own subtle ways of manipulating her Minors into their places. She owned that one, hear and soul. Ever loyal. She'd bound him, over and over by oaths. Her grip on him was tight. He'd never be freed of her. Even on her death he would seek her in the world. He would find her fragmented soul if it meant he had to live on the surface to do so.<br/><br/>"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">Quaint..</span>" she uttered of the blade, before tucking it safely back into her robes. She ate, mindfully deep in her thoughts. Melarn often sounded fanatical. Perhaps he had connections to the great House. She wondered if the Matron knew of the Xiltyn House and their rantings? Hmmm. She put a mushroom to her lips. Perhaps.