((Alexis is far, far too cute. XD Haha! <3 ))<br/><br/>Truth be told, Alexis' voice gave away only enough to make Arcea's ears briefly perk in her direction. Whatever subtle aggression - and she was sure the growl was exactly that - threatened to bubble forth from the noble's daughter was not enough to dwell on, not when she stepped in to offer a little additional warmth to the scantily clad elf carried in Arcea's arms. First order of business upon reaching the settlement was to get the elf something a little more 'fitting' for the colder climes, as though they were similar in height, she doubted the elf would quite fit into the more spacious clothing Arcea herself tended to wear. Still, if worse came to worse, there was that option.<br/><br/>Alexis' previous aggression is promptly forgotten as Arcea made her rounds to greet everyone, and Yasha's own rather hearty greeting is met with an absolutely enormous grin from the clearly-pleased cat "Ahahah! Now THAT is a greeting!" Arcea says amiably, her tail tip curling enthusiastically back and forth, a dead giveaway of her rather spirited mood. The little 'joke' about the squirrels taste when measured up against the pastries even draws a louder laugh out of the catgirl, her sweet voice rising far, far louder than it actually needed to, given their proximity "We'll be gettin' along famously, bushtail! An' Yasha it shall be!"<br/><br/>Yasha's tactic seemed to have worked, and worked in spades - the simple greeting seemed to work wonders on Arcea, pretty well instantly improving her disposition to the bushy-tailed squirrel and her far more stoic reptilian companion standing nearby. When presented with the big, bushy tail, Arcea is all too eager to give in to the opportunity to give it another stroke, allowing her fingers to lightly roam through the soft, plush fur in a brush-like motion "Ooohh, I can imagine it takes ages. It's so luxurious though...color me envious, hah!"<br/><br/><br/>Arcea was...an oddity, for sure. Despite her being considerably larger than Yasha, the catgirl's method of greeting seemed more appropriate for one who was six or seven feet tall...not one that just pushed on the boundaries of a smidge over five and a half. Still, it seemed to not bother her in the slightest, and it's not too long before she happily chatting with Yasha - at least, until the racoon's voice pulls the redtail's attention away. With one final stroke of her tail, Arcea lets the Redtail do her thing, and turns her attention a little more fully back to Celrie. The train and it's occupants having to walk were not really her concern, and if the tracks really WERE out...<br/><br/>...Well, there was what Yasha had said. Something sounded fishy, right?<br/><br/>Though Arcea herself didn't have quite the...'sixth-sense' for trouble, there was just something about the raccoon's story, as told by Yasha, that didn't quite add up. Get all the nobles and the like outside the train? As amusing as it would be to see them shiver and shake in the cold, it was also a way to get on their bad side...something the common person wanted to avoid. Not when explanations could be made in the relative warmth and safety of the train. No - something didn't QUITE add up...<br/><br/><br/>Whatever direction her thoughts had been progressing takes a turn when she spots Celrie, shivering and cold, politely asking the raccoon to follow through on her promise of warm blankets, or at least somewhere out of the elements. Oh damn it all! She'd put the elf down to give a general greeting to everyone, and hadn't even thought of how cold the girl might get, especially without the thicker, warmer padding her own clothing and armor possessed, not to mention her own covering of fur. Her own greetings completed, Arcea slips right back up behind Celrie, wrapping her arms around the elvish girl's waist from the back, tilting her head forwards to lightly rest it against the slightly smaller elf's shoulder "Sorry bout' that. You know how I get around others. Had to say hello."<br/><br/>Though it offered very little protection from the biting cold, Arcea does nonetheless flick her tail forwards just enough to wrap it around Celrie's thigh, providing a single small bastion of furry warmth against the unpleasant, frosty air. With a little snug, Arcea pulls the elf's back up against her front, offering her shoulders a soft cushion of warmth against what little of her breasts pushed up over the lip of the top of her armor. Though it was a small reprieve from the cool air, it was nonetheless a most likely welcome one "What we need...is a warm bed. Course, no bed is warm right off. I'm pretty sure I'd need to get in there with you an' we could warm it up together, hrm?" Arcea whispers gently against Celrie's ear, her soft, exotic voice just barely audible even to the elf herself "An' well see about gettin' you some appropriate footwear. There was a lil' mouse back there. You try walkin' on them?" She adds teasingly, nestling her head a little more firmly down into the nook of Celrie's neck. As nice as it was to have fur, especially in this cold climate...there was something altogether enticing about the smooth, soft skin that was so readily available in Celrie's more revealing attire.<br/><br/>Mmm, that invigorating scent...how badly she wanted to give the elf another lick, but - though it might be warm at first - the sensation of rapidly-cooling saliva would quickly grow unpleasant. Besides, there'd be ample opportunity later...once they'd gotten in out of the cold.<br/><br/>Rather than interjecting, Arcea remains largely silent, allowing the others to deal with the raccoon as they so saw fit - after all, having a so called 'barbarian' screaming to be warm and have their thirst quenched would likely not go far in ensuring their passage to somewhere a little more comfortable. Besides, there was elf to occupy herself with, and it does not take too terribly long for Arcea's hands to start lightly roaming along the exposed skin left bare by the fluttering winds, those wandering hands providing a smidge of welcome warmth without getting too terribly lewd in the process "...That better...?"<br/><br/><br/>(( Notice is not my strong suit, and though I have persuasion, I'll let the others do the talking! Intimidation might not quite fit with this more amiable conversation, so for now...consider me not doing much of anything, beyond 'being here'. x3 ))