Ysabelle smiled as she continued her circuit around N'emea, her serpentine tongue pressed between her teeth in either amusement or irritation. Her cat-like eyes flashed.<br/><br/>"Be careful of thy tongue, dear Cat," she said, her voice a low hiss. "Lest I take further offence at thine actions. Had thou a formal education at Court then mayhap control thy temper more...appropriately,"<br/><br/>She raised her hand in a smooth circle before dropping it down again to her side. The air cooled further around her hand, condensing down into the form of a curved sabre. The sword of ice glittered, reflecting the lights from the Wheel for half a second, before it vanished again, turning into sparkling motes of light that flew away into the gloomy darkness of the night.<br/><br/>"All of us have our bodkins, dear Cat," Ysabelle said. "And tonight, thou shalt be mine. There are matters afoot in the city that I would have a stake in. The wizard Feng Zhou is dead, slain by mortal hand. It is not a matter of Fae, but I can not let it lie. I bed thee, find Zhou's killer and bring him Winter's justice,"<br/><br/>The glitter of her dress grew brighter, and then she was gone, a dozen glimmering motes that dissolved into nothingness. All that remained, for just a second, was the ghost of a sharp, predatory smile.<br/><br/>"Do not fail me in this, dear Cat. Thy place in Faerie depends upon it,"<br/><br/>And then she was gone.