Celrie, having just risen not long ago from a wonderful nap alongside Arcea's side, was not quite prepared to go sprinting off through an unfamiliar town just yet, not to mention that doing so would not make the best impression among their future followers. As such the elf would lag behind as her kitty and new squirrel friend dash off towards the local tavern. "I'll be along shortly." she politely calls out, stepping daintily from the train rails, to stabilize herself once more on solid ground.<br/><br/>Celrie was in no hurry to rush off to any one particular hut, hovel, or building herself, rather she wanted to take some time to absorb her surroundings. To gauge, and get a feel for the settlement and those inhabiting it, without being formerly addressed or steered in any one direction or another. Gracefully, and steadily she makes her way through the crowd. Smiling warmly at all she passes, as her ears remain perked and alert, her green glistening eyes open to all of the sights and sounds around her. Even more she would tune in on the emotions of the inhabitants, getting a read on the soul of the town as a whole. She'd have plenty of time to get to know the inhabitant's personally, plenty of time to root out the secrets of Catspaw that Yvonne had alluded to... but for now...well it was always nice to get an idea of how everyone around her was feeling upon arriving in a new destination. Often she'd tailor her performance based on the emotions she'd picked up when entering a new place, somber and slower songs for the weary and downtrodden, to upbeat and energetic, to downright sensual performances based on the unspoken whims of the audience around her.<br/><br/>All that she saw on the surface was less than what she had hoped for, and yet better than what she had feared. It was by no means anywhere near the civilized life she was accustomed to, and she could quickly see why Glana and Alexis had wanted her to come back with them so badly....personal motivations aside. Even so, Arcea was here....so it would all be worth it, besides it might even be fun. Who knew what kind of experiences or adventures the two may have out here... yet even so Celrie knew so far from civilization she was also vulnerable, a delicate rose thrown in amidst a sea of thorns. How easy it would be for any one of those she passed by to steal her away into a dark corner and have their way with her, or drag her off into the wilderness and make a meal of her. Celrie knew her body often elicited such desires, knew she'd have to tread lightly when Arcea wasn't around to protect her, for while beauty and sex appeal could gain you the world in high society, out on the fringe, in the more lawless corners of the galaxy, where folk were not afraid to simply take whatever they wanted, they could just as easily get you in trouble.<br/><br/>Of course Celrie did not see Catspaw as a den of lawlessness, did not feel afraid or vulnerable while she made her way toward the tavern her friends had entered. After all, she was quite capable of taking care of herself, yet even still the thought of such things would send a little chill down her spine from time when she picked up a particularly strong sensation of lust, hunger or other desire from those who's eyes would linger just a little too long upon her in passing.<br/><br/>When Celrie catches up with her allies, she silently opens the door and slips into the room. Not speaking up initially or making an entrance, simply staying near the back, looking as radiant and beautiful as ever as she takes in the atmosphere around her. The visuals were enough to make her smile, a far cry from everything else she'd seen in town upon coming here. She nods in Arcea's direction as she comments about it reminding her of home, as in a sense it did, and yet it was different all the same. Even so, it was a relief, and immediately allowed the elf to relax and let her hair down. More than the decor however, the sound of music, of performance of song brought warmth to her heart. The pointed tips of her ears happily rise, as her eyes widen with curiosity upon taking in the sight of the Cal'Drua performing in the corner. While she'd often enjoyed the tones and inflections of Arcea's native language, she'd never before been given the chance to hear them turned to song. She'd often goaded Arcea to sing for her in the past, or to join in alongside her while she was on stage, yet for as well as she knew her way around the battlefield, a stage was foreign territory for the powerful feline.<br/><br/>Celrie remains silent as the three talk at the bar, giving her full attention to the performing feline, admiring the work of a fellow performer, who in turn seemed to be casting her attention toward her. While the song she sung was simple in nature, Celrie enjoyed the inflections and spin the feline's voice put on it. While Celrie's own performances had for the longest time been on a much grander scale, and with much higher energy, effects, and ambiance, there was something to be said of such a live and raw performance such as the catgirl was performing. Why Celrie wouldn't have complained for an instant if the music had stopped completely and she was aloud to focus entirely on the Cal'Drua's voice. Celrie's emerald eyes drink in her attire, observing her form, her stance, the rise and fall of her chest, and every shape and nuance of her lips as she sings, what she wouldn't give to reach out and experience it along side her..... Celrie remains silent, silently observing until the final note rings out across the bar. At which point the Celrie offers a respectful round of applause "That was beautiful" she murmurs, and while the performance itself hadn't been mind blowing, it warmed her heart just knowing that some form of entertainment was alive and well up here on the mountain.<br/><br/>As wrapped up in the performance as she was, it had not been lost on Celrie that Arcea had been singing along to the song. With a smug little smile Celrie saunters over to the two at the bar, wiggling her way in between Arcea and the counter to daintily sit across the feline's lap. "So my kitty can sing~" she teases, leaning in to lightly nibble along Arcea's ear. "Sorry to keep you both waiting....." she then adds, smiling to Yasha in turn. "Now then, what's this your all discussing? Something along the lines of getting deep inside some dank and dirty corridors, within the belly of some crumbled tower?" Nearly every word she spoke was dripping with innuendo as she lightly wiggles her rump against the lap of Arcea, making the whole thing sound a lot more erotic and exciting then it actually was.,,,more to her liking as she wasn't the type to go for exploring old runes simply for something to do "Any particular reason this tower is of interest?" she adds, fluttering her own lashes in the direction of Kinlia as she introduces herself to Arcea, while kindly declining the offer of any drinks on the bartender's part.