Nakoda noticed movement and looked to see what was now going on. It seemed the Pixie was deciding to abruptly leave, though slowly. She looked to Trickster and saw him agitated. As always when she spoke to things of Nature, she used her father’s language.<em>“Iya yo. Eme lakcv enhesse era. Hvo.”</em>Trickster’s eyes darted between her, the Dark One, and the Wolf Child in rapid succession.<em>“Iya yo.”</em><br/><br/>Her sharp command made him yip loudly and he bounded over to her and jumped into her lap, nearly spilling her bottle. He yipped again and suddenly licked her face and bounded off and raced around the room hither and yon before finally coming to a rest at her feet. He looked up at her, tongue hanging out and panting. The look on his face seemed to say, ‘That was fun. Can we do it again?’<br/><br/>Makoda looked down at him expressionlessly for a moment then turned her attention back to the man seated beside her. She took another drink as she waited with a patience born from her father’s people for the man to answer her. Her father had taught her to hunt at a young age, and she knew how to stalk and chase, and she knew how to sit silently and still for the game to come to you. Now was the time for the game to come to her.<br/><br/>Makoda looked over as yet another creature came into the room. She looked him over and noted he was a Dragon of some sort. Not a true one, but definitely Kin to such. She leaned back as he leaned over the counter in her way. “No, I have what I need. Thank you.” Grabbing her bottle she rose and walked around the guy she was trying to have a conversation with and sat on his other side.<br/><br/>Once more, she quietly waited for him to answer her.<em>This place is weirder than my parents ever led me to believe. Ah, well, I’m already here, may as well see what there is to learn from being here.</em>She did look back to the Dragon. “Are you the one who owns this place?”<br/><br/>Trickster gave a soft snort as the Dragon Child made an appearance and seemed to suddenly developed a protective attitude towards Makoda. When she switched seats, he scrambled up and followed her. Once more flopping to the floor and lying at her feet.<br/>