The silence of the long hall was becoming more then the princess could stand, staying calm seemed a more difficult task when there was nothing to distract her from the lingering unease. Pausing, she took a moment to acknowledge her own agitation, finding the first course of resolution to be tossing aside the cumbersome cloak once and for all. The marked improvement was immediate, Josephine fanned herself timidly as she took several hasty steps away from the fireplaces. Comfortable in form, she began to address the troubled thoughts. Slowing her boots back into a pace, she began to count the steps aloud, heels clicking as she hopped and slid across the floor, rhyming in a childlike manner, "One, and two, dwarven brew. Three, and four, stop the war. Five, and six, ignore skeptics.." And so on.<br/><br/>She mused that the situation probably wasn't as bad as she thought, that appearances were often deceiving. Although she could not fathom any reason for there to already be a pathway of blood running through the castle, she accepted that there were likely to be many things that she didn't understand about her cohabiters. For much of her life, the stories of demons and angels had been just that, stories. Ones mostly left to the whims of both sorcerers and clergy, such things had previously not been meant for a Rosenhope Princess to concern herself with. Even knowledge of the dragons that loomed over the mortal realm remained mostly seeped in mythology and mystery. Despite the events that had drawn the mortal races together, there were many who still believed in old superstitious fairy tales. They who spoke of how dragons were just as untrustworthy as the otherworldly forces that now plagued their realm.<br/><br/>But Felix, eldest of her brothers, had spent considerably more time with the dragons then those who would whisper such things. Always trying to be the hero, beloved Felix had both the talent and taste for combat, fighting ceaselessly at the front lines since the earliest days of the war. Luckily, the cease fire had brought him back to the castle shortly before she had departed on this journey. Although he was certain that both of their trips would be temporary, Josephine had managed to corner him long enough to pick his brain. But tales of war, tactics, and the bonds of brotherhood hardly helped her from a diplomatic standpoint. Yet amongst his going ons she had discovered that the other mortal representative was among those he considered brothers in arms, Prince Ruurik. Though personally she had only met the dragon prince in passing, her brother had spoken highly of him in every regard. If nothing else, it was a small comfort that she would not be wholly alone here. "Nine, and ten, strange omens.."<br/><br/>Josephine paused mid jump as a tingle went up her spine, a sixth sense whispering that someone had their eyes upon her. But who? Evening her stance Josephine scanned the room for the unknown presence, almost passing over the doorway until she noticed it slightly ajar. Settling her gaze on the woman peering into the great hall, it was a wonder Josephine had missed her at all. Running the list of names through her head, she tried to place the lavender haired creature but found that she did not know the faces that accompanied titles. The mental list grew shorter as the princess noted the bat like wings tucked neatly behind the woman's back,<em>she must be one of the demons.</em>But unlike the grotesque monstrosities that her brothers wove stories about, Josephine found her to be enchantingly beautiful. So much so that the princess was almost embarrassed to be seen in her plain travelling clothes, but garments did not a princess make so she decided to make the best of the situation and introduce herself properly.<em>Just pretend you are home, far away from this prison fortress. Even demons must be treated with courtesy if this gathering is to succeed.</em><br/><br/>Though lacking in the proper skirts, the princess' eyes shone with her playful nature as she made the motions of a curtsy anyway. With amiable smile upon her lips, she addressed the demoness politely, "Greetings and fair days to you friend. My name is Josephine, Princess of Rosenhope. Who might you be?" Slow steady steps brought her closer towards the doorway in which the green clad lady stood. Kind, but cautious, the princess walked close enough for comfortable conversation before standing still and attentive once more.