Tempest bowed in greeting to the play write, her mind lingered on the strange cat and the odd child for only a moment as she cleared it from her mind. She was here to meet someone, and Tempest knew it was far to rude to be so distracted on trivial things when meeting someone. Tempest smiled briefly as her hand was kissed, "Oh the play was lovely, and yes a drink would be just fine. Perhaps some wine to celebrate the wonderful evening?" she nodded in thanks.<br/><br/>Tempest took in the writer, the way she moved and spoke. She knew the truth behind the mask the woman wore. The fact that she was in deed a woman not a man. But non of that bothered her, she had met so many eccentric people in her resent travels. And Tempest had very much learned to open her mind to new things. "I am very thankful for the chance to see your play."