<strong><em>Sibyl</em></strong><br/><br/>With steps delicate, sandals barely making sound as they traverse the stone floor Sibyl enters, hand trailing lightly along the stonework wall, a flower's petal caressing the breeze.<br/><br/>Dressed in fine white linens trailing from golden clasps along an elegant turn of neck and shoulder gently pooling about her feet, the gold of her bracelets, torque and earrings catch the light sending soft sparkles about her.  Raven hair falling in unbound waves well past the gentle curve of her hips.  Her gaze turning slowly, light blue, near white eyes seem to seek out the sounds within the chamber and voices she has heard as she made her way with a gentle sway through the staired corridor.<br/><br/>Jasmine perfumed oil giving her olive skin a delicate sheen on bare arms, she stops.  Testing the air.  Scenting those in the room before she continues.  With a slow  blink of thick kohl fringed lashes, Sibyl finalizes her assessment of those present, a curious tilt to her head concerning the new being, a slight quirking of a corner of full lips as smile to those within known to her.<br/><br/>With a quiet elegance Sibyl finally relinquishes her stroke of the stonework taking measured concentrated steps toward the source coming to rest some steps away, not entirely sure of the creature in rattling metal.<br/><br/>"Catulus?  A good day to you and to you Sthenae.  There is someone new?"<br/><br/>Standing with utmost stillness Sibyl gathers to her the sounds, the scents of the room and the occupants, the emotions and fears.<br/><br/>"She has traveled by ship?  I scent the sea upon her.  Only just arrived?"