<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Im2jusY.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Yuna<br/><strong>Pet Name:</strong>Agma<br/><strong>Breed:</strong>Leopard Cat<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black silk modernized hanbok (traditional Korean dress)with pearl white designs. Upon her head is a sheer black veiled hat. She carries a giseang's pipe with a pouch and tassel.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Catmandu Palace<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>A gathering of tails....<br/><hr/><br/>Yuna rose from her knee with practiced grace. The silk of her gown rustled as she took her place at the left of the dais just in time for Sora's arrival. Her eyes rounded in delight at the sight of the girl. She absolutely adored the pantsuit outfit. "Waaaa, Sora is gui yeo wo!"<br/><br/>Yuna was just about to launch into just how adorable Sora was when there was a commotion. A Monk strode in as if he just accomplished some great feat. Unceremoniously dumping a cat carrier in front of the royal couple, the Monk released the contents. Yuna took a a puff from her long decorative pipe and released the smoke in a breathy swirl. Yuna did not smoke anything but moonbeams...okay, maybe the occasional catnip, so the magical smoke had a scent of lotus blossoms. She watched the event with disdain.<em>Damn Monks! Always no respect!</em><br/><br/>Yuna tapped the pipe in her hand and a tiny ball of light rocketed from the opening smacking the Monk in his forehead. Having the same affect as if he was flicked, he stopped bowing in his retreat and shot up. He angrily looked for the perpetrator when he saw the look on Yuna's face, smiling her innocence.<em>Say something, I dare you.</em>Her chest rumbled with a purr as she licked the tip of her finger and swept it over a winged brow.<br/><br/>"I'm sure that is not all you were<em>under</em>," she said with a smirk. "Maybe later we can all drink you<em>under</em>the table," she said, giggling behind her hand. She was actually getting thirsty and getting drunk was starting to sound like a fabulous idea. She might dress up for the formalities but she really liked fighting better...or drinking....oh, look, the mountain has arrived.<br/><br/>Yuna looked on in amusement as Houser made his appearance. The man was stinking huge with really nice hair. She leaned toward Sora, whispering,"Do you think he goes to a salon for that hair. I can't get my hair to do that. Maybe it's the shampoo." She just shook her head truly dumbfounded. Her head tilted to the side as she listened half heartedly.<em>Aigoo, even his formality was formal</em>.<br/><br/>Katrina's arrival was simple and elegant. Just like how she viewed the girl. Katrina also made her sad. Yuna did not know all the details but it was enough to know that she felt the kin of that sadness. She did not want to feel the weight of her own sadness and her body gave a little shiver. She tried to pull the top of her dress up discreetly as it was pressing uncomfortably against her breasts, the room suddenly hot. She had been around a very long time and there was never a formal dress made that was comfortable.<br/><br/>Yuna knew the virtue of patience but she really wanted a drink and nap but these kind of events always made her anxious. In fact, she couldn't ever recall having to absolutely be present for a Bast Day. She tapped her lower lip with the tip of her pipe, slowly lowering her veil over her eyes. The moon was too big. She could feel her brown eyes bleeding to blue, the pupils slitting to black for just a moment. Only her pink lipped smile was visible.