Leaning forward in her chair with a quiet nod brings little sparkling musical notes from her earrings as they flutter lightly beneath her ears.<br/><br/>"That does seem to be the most logical approach.  I was not relishing the thought of going after this woman till we have more intelligence.  How difficult would it be to arrange a caravan of our own in that direction?  The thought of joining one already established," after a pregnant pause, she contines holding up one finger then another as she brings her points to bare.  "brings problems two fold.  First, the very real possibility that we would be forced to wait for, the gods knows how long, till another heads that direction, and second..  there will be innocents.  I do not enjoy the thought of having untrained and unknown bodies with us in such a situation.  As far as the girl is concerned?  I care not."<br/><br/>Having said her piece Sibyl leans back in her chair running an index finger lightly across her full lower lip.  The habitual gesture one which brings peace to her being, bringing her thoughts to calm contemplation.  Crossing a leg over her knee, a trim elegant ankle exposed beneath the white line of her shift as she taps a foot raised above the floor, keeping time with a music only she can hear.