Taryn was suprised when the Kuguar picked up her hand. As a Warrior, she knew her hands needed to be free as a woman, she responded to the power and the warmth of his paw. Hume were fragile compared to the strength of the Beastkin, especially this on. She noted the worn down claw that she had seen him absentmindedly chew on.<br/><br/>"So if there was a plan, would we be going against the Goddess if we tried to stop whoever is trying to break the Treaty?" she asked, as she lost herself to his emerald eyes.<br/><br/>As he traced the lines in her hand and wrist, she commented, "Jax insists that these lines tell of my life, the length and the virtue. I assumed it was some sort of Hase superstition. W hat do you think of that belief?"<br/><br/>Two women came in with refreshment, some ale  and some cheese.  They nodded respectfully to the Kuguar and Taryn was amazed at his honorable response.  He is really an elegant person, Taryn thought as he poured the cooled beverage.<br/><br/>Flute music filled the air outside the dwelling as she took her cup.