"A mini adventure." Arcea echos, a rogueish little grin creeping across her face "Oh, I can think of plenty of ways to spend some time...and one of those 'ways' does include...warming up a bit. I'd say it'd be an adventure.." Inhaling deeply, the catgirl allowed her eyes to roam along the landscape, drinking in the sights. This, THIS, she'd missed. Being surrounded by so many stone - and metal - walls had been a somewhat discomforting feeling during her times in the Bucovina lands, but this....was something familiar, something she liked. The environment could be harsh, it could be unforgiving, but there was freedom here, unlike the stuffy, rules-riddled halls she'd only recently visited. Plus, the springtime had more than enough beauty to make up for the harsher, colder times of the year.<br/><br/>"And I've all intentions of enjoying my spoils." the feline adds, her tail starting a slow, steady sway behind her that could easily be read as 'at ease' "Though I bet the 'enjoyment' will be quite mutual..." Arcea returns the elf's wink with one of her own, her eyes once more alighting upon the scantily clad entertainer in her arms "...First thing, we're gonna have to get you some warmer clothes. Trust me, nights can get rough, and unless you intend to spend them all with me...ohhhh, now there's an idea..." the suggestion in her voice was practically dripping, but Arcea's expression never wavers from the cool, teasing little 'grin' that was affixed upon her face "An--"<br/><br/>Sevena's approach silences whatever Arcea had been about to say, her eyes flitting to the bat as she introduced herself. Another Bucovina - there seemed to be alot of them out here. She didn't quite know if that was a good or a bad thing, but this one, at the very least, seemed...well, not too terribly haughty. This simple revelation seems to immediately lift Arcea's opinion of the girl, and - gingerly settling her elvish companion down onto the snowy ground - she steps forwards and roughly clasps the bat's arm, pulling her in to a half-hug "Hah! Nice to meet you, Sevena! I'm Arcealandria, Fifth daughter and eighth child of Chief Marlust of the Cal'drua, Slayer of Maku'Ara and..blahblahblah, buncha stuff that doesn't matter. Tell you what, call me Arcea!"<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> SLAP! SLAP! </span><br/><br/>The feline's free hand offers two rough but friendly slaps to Sevena's back, and while she does not go QUITE so far as to lift the bat up in her hug, she nonetheless gets close. Finally, she releases Sevena, grinning cheerily "None of that 'at your service' stuff either. Unless that service is buying the first round of drink when we all pile off in town, in which case I'm ALL for that!" Stepping back to allow Celrie to get in her own introductions and shake Sevana's hand, she nearly trips over the tiny mouse that had scrambled out just behind the bat. Scrambling to avoid stepping on top of her, Arcea bounces comically on one foot, only to catch herself on the train itself  "Gaah! W..oh.Ohhh, you was the lil' thing in the lunchbox, yeah? How're you, small stuff?" Kneeling down, Arcea begins to reach for the little rodent...but, half through, seems to think better of it. A traditional Cal'Drua greeting might be...a little overly rough for someone so small. Instead, she just extends a hand in greeting "...Well, you heard my name. Hi, shortstuff. Quite a mouth on you, heard you yellin' all the way out here....nice slippin' outta the box, haha..." Seemingly totally unconcerned that the little mouse had been locked up, likely for a reason, Arcea just gives a rather genuine smile, toothy and bright "I bet wolfie is gonna have a fit."<br/><br/>It's only by chance that Arcea looks up from Quill at the cloaked figure, noting her gaze upon her. Rather than looking away, Arcea just stares right back at Sairif, 'hmm'ing quietly. Had it not been for the muzzle, she'd not have even been able to guess at the species. Canine, of some persuasion. The eventual 'dismissal' is met with a roll of Arcea's eyes, though she does not confront the canine. Great. Exactly what she needed - a SECOND Alexis to put in her place. Though, at least Alexis had started to come around, it seemed....<br/><br/>Turning her attention to the last she'd yet to meet, Arcea gets to her feet and - in the same rather rough manner she'd greeted Sevena - snags Yasha's arm and jerks her into a full-bodied hug that ends with her forearm clasped in a rather strong grip, and the feline's arm wrapped around her in a hearty hug, complete with two slaps on the back "Haaaaah! And nice to meet you too, Bushtail! Been ages since I seen one of your kind! Used to trade with this absolutely BONKERS one who'd come an' deliver these lil'...eerggh....what was it, pastries of some sort. Sweet and delicious. Yasha, was it? Eeeh, you heard my name, call me as you wish!" With relative ease, Arcea hefts Yasha up in a friendly hug, bouncing her a few times in her arms, before setting her gently back onto the ground "There we are, proper greeting. Oh, nice tail." She adds almost absentmindedly, brushing her fingertips through the floofy appendage a single time "Now, what's this I heard about, ahh...problems and such? Racoon a local?"<br/><br/>The sudden, barking orders from the as of yet unnamed dog draws another eyeroll from Arcea, whom offers up a little playful elbow-in-the-ribs to Yasha "Heh...I know a good accomodation for 'those of noble birth''. An' it's warm too. Have a feelin' they'd not appreciate it, though. Not as much as I would ,at any rate..."