The image of the towering elf would quickly leave Celrie's mind, as she boards the train once more. Taking a moment to ensure Yvonne was properly settled in, the elf makes her way once more to the Duchess' personal chambers. Celrie was still dressed to entertain, scantly clad and ready for whatever the rodent may request of her. She was quite tired at this point however, having entertained the duchess and her guests the majority of the trip over here, frozen her tush off in the cold combat outside, and even explored a bit of the station. Once the train was in motion and she'd spent a little while with Glana and Alexis, the psionic elf would request to settle in for the night, as she desperately desired a little rest before they arrived.<br/><br/>After leaving the Dutchess' quarters, Celrie would find herself crawling in alongside Arcea as soon as she was able. Snuggling in close against the feline warrior's side. "Did you miss me?" she whispers, leaning in for a kiss, while gently rubbing over the catgirl's stomach as it works to digest the cooness within. "Today was quite the adventure now wasn't it...and to think we haven't even arrived at Catspaw yet.... I sure hope it's not as bad as everyone seems to believe it is." Celrie comments, expressing her uncertainty. Even though there was plenty on the elven woman's mind, the foremost concern she had was getting  a little rest before they arrived, Celrie gradually leaning more and more against Arcea, until her head comes to rest against the bulge in her middle. The elf using her tummy as a soft, if not lumpy, pillow for the night. It would not take long for Celrie to drift off to sleep, her face etched with a smile, as she enjoys the warmth and comfort of Arcea next to her, lulled to sleep by the gentle sounds of digestion within.<br/><br/>Celrie slumbers peacefully into the night, her minds eye replaying the events of the day prior. Adding an interesting and often kinky spin on things where her subconscious saw fit. By the end of it Arcea and Celrie lay naked on the floor, panting and moaning with full squirming tummies of their own, clearly the day had turned out quite differently in her imagination. Why even the large elf Celrie hadn't gotten the chance to introduce herself to was there, leaning against the much smaller elf with a satisfied smile etched across her face. Celrie would have certainly loved to meet her as it had been a while since she'd been able to interact with anyone resembling her own kin.... Her dreams transition into the waking world through a heat that runs through her body, the smile on her lips and soft little whimpers and moans she periodically would make throughout the night. Her psionic ability subtly feeding some of the images in her mind into those who may be sleeping nearby, allowing Arcea little glimpses of the fun they where having, as if they were her own dreams should she end up nodding off herself.<br/><br/>When the train finally arrives at Catspaw, Celrie is fast asleep resting peacefully atop Arcea's stomach. It takes her a little while to even notice the train had come to a stop, though slowly but surely the elf would be stirred into waking. "Hrmm...wha...why did we stop this time.....don't tell me it's another bridge out..." she mumbles, wiping the sleep from her eyes. "Shall we go see Arcea?" she asks, pulling herself to her feet before heading to the door. When she reaches the exit of the train, Celrie merely stares out at the village around her. Alexis and Glana had been right to try and convince her to come back to society with them....as there sure wasn't much of it here....at least not yet. Why the only building that reminded her of anything she was used to appeared to be an inn. The rest were mostly huts and other crude or unfinished structures. Still...at least she was here with Arcea, so this would have to do as their home. "Where are we going to stay....." she murmurs to anyone nearby, wondering if they had any places set up for them already, or if they'd simply have to make due on their own. Celrie's eyes scan the darkened village for any signs of culture, of entertainment, any places she may be able to practice her craft in time, any like minded individuals. There certainly seemed no lack of alcohol up here, if the scent, and demeanor of many of the felines assembling around them was any indication, so entertainment was sure to be welcome. Despite all of her uncertainties, and the general underwhelming sight of the village, Celrie steps out of the train, looking as radiant as ever, Like an angel fallen to earth, when compared to the rabble and ruggedness of the village at large. "Hello everyone!" she calls out cheerfully, beaming brightly as she smiles to all those around her. She wasn't about to make a big speech or anything, and half wondered if any of them even knew who she was or why she was here, even so she was always cheerful and friendly when she arrived at a new location, likely a part of the reason others where so naturally drawn to her.