<strong>"Is that so,"</strong>Sekhmet says, her voice nearly a purr.<strong>"That would certainly explain her beauty.  A rare blossom, indeed!  But an' she does not desire to hear her good mother praised for her many virtues, that is a courtesy I shall hold until I get a better measure of her mettle."</strong><br/><br/>With a soft laugh, she falls silent for the remainder of their approach.  Once close enough to be more or less 'in the group' she lets her gaze sweep over both of the others, appraising them both.<br/><br/><strong>"Well, here we are,"</strong>she says, eyes flashing with mischief.<strong>"Three shy little firsties and me makes a complete group. I wonder what embarrassing social activity our illustrious Commander has up her vambraces this year?  <em>Last</em> year it was 'spin the bottle'."</strong>