<div class="floatleft">(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs11/i/2006/223/f/6/Redhead_by_Chibiche.png)</div><br/>Vibrant color exploded in around her, a whip of red cloak in motion and crimson hair bounding, loping, dangerous. Her three bushy tails unfurled- after so long cramped on that ship, praise the gods- into watercolor brushes of ember orange dipped in white, luxuriant and enticing on their first shake out, but as she, in motion. Missy was not averse to being seen- she invited it.<br/><br/>"Good men and women of New Hearth! Have you come all this way only to sit some more and look out your windows at fresh scenery?" She hopped a low barrier with boundless energy to stand before the fireplace and match its blazing hues. "Shall I go fetch the scribe's book and read where your names are listed as layers-about, ale-testers, soup-critics? Fie!" She raised an arm and flexed invisible muscle. "I saw<em>adventurer </em>penned in that sagging book, and the census taker's come to hold you to it. Look out yonder and see that untamed land beckoning you, daring you to make the first move. Who here dares? Who's with me?"<br/><br/>Now she laid eyes on Ci'ona. She might have laid eyes on Bell just beside her, but it was a fierceness she was searching for, and not the delicate if lovely woman sharing her table. Missy knew this woman if only by reputation as Little Bear, the woman who channeled the famously humorless beast. She smiled impish and dabbed her nose with a restless thumb, her swishing tails betraying her intentions to misbehave. "I see you, Little Bear. Not small enough to hide from these sharp eyes, but small enough to pick up and carry! What do you lads think?"<br/><br/>Missy was going to do it. She was going to hoist over her spaulder the woman who could become a wild animal in her arms and, presumably, physically carry her to the site of adventure. It was not a plan the kitsune had especially thought through, as she frequenty did not. An eladrin was a bit heavier than one looked, on the surface, and Missy was not notably strong, but a scrawny fox would risk life and limb to snatch a sweet egg. She was prepared to suffer a bite, for her necessary part in rousing the beast from its slumber.