<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/76/c9/4f/76c94f176269a526fd43dde480c243ba.jpg)</div><strong>Name :</strong>Wǔ Shé<br/><strong>Element :</strong>Metal<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time :</strong>Toy Tea House<br/><strong>Tagging :</strong>Lian Xue, open<br/><br/>The snow-haired woman's forwardness startled the young assassin...buuuuut, she supposed, she<strong>had</strong>rather been staring. An apology was certainly in order- but there was the question of proper address. The woman was certainly older than Shé, but not that much; nothing in her dress or manner of speech gave any clue to her clan or rank.<br/><br/>Still, one could be polite in the vaguest possible terms. Turning a bit to face the speaker, Shé pressed one fist into her other palm, centered them, bowed over them, still seated. "My apologies, Elder Sister, if I disturbed your meal. It is true- your hair is magnificent."  grinning a bit, she couldn't help but make a joke. "Though some may fear an early winter will interrupt the festival."<br/><br/>From outside, as if summoned by her words, came another splash. "Hopefully the competition will end before the river freezes over..." But now there were angry words, and a sound like thunder. Frowning, Wǔ Shé half-rose from her seat, trying to see past the people packing the tea house what was going on.