"Hi Asura, I'm Kavitha," she replied, offering her hand across the table. Though as she did, she stared at the other woman, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of pity for someone who served one of the twilight queens. Though they fought the darkness, they were no longer pure in the light. Storms, well, storms was what those of Swords could be if they lost their way and their passion. If she began to forget about helping those who needed aid, forgot how the victims of the darkness needed comforting, she imagined she could end up in the Storm court as well.<br/><br/>Kavitha looked down at her glass of water her Uncle had brought and silently thanked the light that Selene wasn't here. That woman was as likely to whip out her... sword thing, and start slashing at the newcomer as she was to shrug and wander off. What an odd group they were turning out to be, radiants, mages, a changeling, associating with werewolves, and now a twilight princess. Things had been so much less complicated a couple days ago...  She took a small sip of water, and added, "a Grace of Swords."