<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/6E7boKm.png)</div><br/>N'emea pounced and bounded her way across the rooftops of the shabby little town before stopping in a skid, a few shingles scattering beneath her boots and knocking their way to the ground in a clatter. This time of the day she was unsure, or maybe just uncaring if they landed on someone or something. She turned, doing a small little jig as she watched her travelling companion catch up, one of Mother and Father's insufferable messengers. She'd led them on a merry chase throughout the...city? Town? Human words still escaped her. For example, catgut was notoriously fibbing in it's name.<br/><br/>Still, there were things she'd come to enjoy. Chocolate for example, made a deliciously delightful, if unsatisfactory easy to hunt down, treat. She found poker quite fun, even if she couldn't understand when you got to stab people and when not too. Usually when someone yelled cheater and then a lot of pokering happened. Still, she'd gotten side tracked from her thoughts and the chase once more, which had allowed the messenger to actually catch up with her rather then playfully scampering off once more. Sighing. Fairly caught and all that, she remained where she was, though for the most part, her feet shimmering this way and that.<br/><br/>The messenger, whose name she couldn't be bothered to recall frowned. Ill dressed to go scampering around the rooftops, he looked more apt to be found hosting a ball or serving in one of the human's fancy restaurants (Food you didn't have to catch, astounding!) then anything else. He was red faced, though she suspected that was mroe from annoyance from her really, which gave her a warm fuzzy feeling in her stomach. A low rumble echoed in her throat, even as she turned around him again, marching n a small circle about the roof. "Well..you caught me. Deliver your important message and be off with you..."<br/><br/>"Contessa N'emea, named for the greatest of all ancestors, pride of the..." a huffing noise from her brought that nonsense to a halt quickly enough, as did the thumping of her fingers on grandfather's blade. Coughing and clearing his throat, the messenger continued past the honorifics "Your esteemed Mother and Father, Baroness and Baron of the 4th realm would bid you return, in time for the gathering. As you know..magics converge upon all the realms and soon most will be in chaos. They are well shielded and protected and would have their heirs safe upon the wall."<br/><br/>Tossing her head back in grief, N'emea sighed again. At least this one was using words, the last messenger was songs and lights and it took her ages to forget that damnabley twinkly lyric and all her urges not to follow the light. The pretty pretty lights. Her ear flickers in annoyance as she tilts her head at the messenger, and bares a little finger, her fingers wrapping around the hilt once more. "Tell Mother and Father I will NOT be returning to this years gathering. The times of chaos are far too exciting and interesting. The scent of magic is deep in the air, and I would find it all and frolic. Further more...tell Mother and Father..that the next messenger they send will need mroe then honeyed words to combat Grandfathers steel...do I make myself clear."<br/><br/>If nearvous, if threatened, the messenger doesn't show it and simply bows his head. One doesn't argue with the higher ranks, they simply do. That's what makes her an aberration, perhaps even an abomination to her Mother and Father. If only she'd been born a generation earlier, Grandfather certainly knew how to live. Watching as the messenger steps...sideways into the ether realms, and is simply gone. Sighing again at his disapearance. It had been a frightfully boring day and the chase had at least served as distraction. Still..somewhere out there was fun and adventure to be had and she would find it. Her nostrils flare, inhaling deep as she breathes in the scents of magic out there. Springing one foot off the roof, she simply pounces towards the ground, intent on finding it.