<strong>~Ryann, in the baths~</strong><br/><br/>She would never move from her spot as Berenagrius and Cingetorix had their little spat. Long fingers would continue to run through slowly drying tresses as her ever watchful gaze followed the two. In fact, this little display was nothing she hadn't seen before. Many a time her brothers had gone after one another, shouting, hitting, wrestling, generally puffing up.<br/><br/>In short, the testosterone was beginning to get quite thick. She would snort a bit, rolling her eyes as she pushed herself to stand. Her arms would ease above her head, stretching languidly, the arch of her back pushing forth golden globes enticingly. Bending over, her hair would flow down, and again, with ample ass shown willingly to all, she would work her hair free of knots for a few moment before standing again, flinging her head back, her dark mane cascading down to lick about her muscled shoulders. Flicking her gaze about the room again, settling a bit longer upon Ammon then the others, she would weave through the bathhouse, gathering up a clean loincloth of her own. Steps would be taken towards the bathhouse door, working the cloth about her slender waist until she was brought up short by the arrival of the Doctore, shouting as was his want. Quick steps would be taken back again, working slowly against a shadowed wall, trying to make it apparent she was no part of the boys tiffing.<br/><br/>And just behind Doctore, Rioghan would stroll in, and Ryann would freeze. How had she not seen him before? His hair was flame, and his words held the timbre of her home. Her bright green eyes opened wide, and she couldn't stop herself, she was stepping towards him, a hand out as if to lay upon his arm. Her face, that face so normally fierce and snarling lit up like a child's, like the child she truly was within. She was speaking in her native language, it spilled forth so easily, and though the dialect might be a bit different, she was sure he'd understand. She -was- the only daughter of the Ard Ri.. everyone in Ireland knew of her existence, even if they had never laid eyes upon her...<br/><br/><em>“ My brother! Ah to hear the sweet sounds of your voice! From where do you hail? How long have you been captive? Do you know anything of home?  I beg you to tell me!!..”</em><br/><br/>Her words spilled swiftly, and she was standing close to Rioghan before she knew it, gazing far up into his eyes, and her hand was laid upon his thick arm. It didn't even occur to her that these men were seeing a side of her she perhaps should be keeping a tight secret. The side that showed she was young. The side that showed she was but a lonely girl far from home. The side that was not a killer..