On a whim, decided somewhere along the second flight of stairs' worth of appreciative gazing upon the young woman's delectable rear, Sekhmet raises her voice, careful to keep her tone pleasant.<br/><br/><strong>"I would have a word with you, daughter of Rosamund?  Let us go a ways apart, as I do not desire to say this where other ears are listening."</strong><br/><br/>That should get the girl's attention, and Sekhmet beckons Elinor aside...not leaving the sight of their companions, but taking some pain to show care to avoid eavesdropping.<br/><br/><strong>"You were looking to find Abjure-Injustice on my hip, were you not?  Know this.  The opening feast is a time of truce for all.  I would not dishonor such a blade by bearing it openly here."</strong>Coal black eyes sparkle with grim amusement.<strong>"A point your guard dog has either failed to hear or is neglecting, possibly under orders.  By bearing arms here tonight she makes you look foolish and weak.  Remember that for next year.  No arms the first night, nor the last.  We come to this place in peace and leave it the same way."</strong><br/><br/>Her lips curve in a slight smile. It is all she can do to keep from reaching up to brush the other young woman's cheek in an affectionate manner, knowing as she does that this might be taken as something other than a moment of simple reassurance.<br/><br/><strong>"You <em>do</em> rather favor her.  Softer.  More innocent.  There is far less pain in your eyes.  No doubt you have been measured against her much of your life."</strong>Sekhmet lets out a soft snort.<strong>"No doubt your own strengths are overlooked...but this is not the moment for such talk.  I cry your pardon.  Let us attend to the task at hand."</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Entice vs. Elinor</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: MadPanda rolled: 2d6<br/>Comment: Entice +heart<br/>Result: 4, 4,<br/>Total: <strong>8</strong></div></div>