Time had passed since her arrival in the mortal realm, though she'd be hard pressed to tell anyone exactly how many days had gone by (either through being used to different time or sheer boredom at the fact that she could be expected to remember) and still these mortals find new and interesting ways to impress her. These rounded, palm sized cakes of batter, topped and filled with all manners of sugary treats made for a delicious, if somewhat unsatisfactorily easy to catch, treat.<br/><br/>N'emea had come to the Great Wheel, one of the cities treasures, and to be fair it was a rather impressive monument. Still, she’d rather be dancing and playing along the girders and wires then marching in the rain, consuming the current lemon flavored treat, and awaiting the arrival of her guests. A small friend had accompanied her to the meet, followed her and had been idly strolling between her legs in a figure eight, the plump alley tabby making hopeful noises at the taller member of it’s lineage. Smiling, she knelt down and offered a piece of the sweet bread to the greedy fat lump, one gloved hand stroking its soaked fur. “Your quest for food overwhelms sense today little one hmm? Seeking the finer treats others would miss in this dreary weather.”<br/><br/>She sighs, standing as she looks about the gathering place, closed for hours clearly and still she waits. Her hat’s brim dropping downward a bit in the rain, and her boots splishing in the water puddle that’s accumulated beneath the carriage she waits beneath for her meet. Eyeing the cat again, who lacks the sense to leave once its treat is had, she sighs softly, “Your gift of food comes not without price my corpulent companion. I will ask a boon perhaps in the future soon.”<br/><br/>If the tabby understands her, it gives no sign, just thumping happily against her booted foot. Her reddish hair dangles in wet strands, even as lightning crackles in the distance. Her eyes narrow a bit as she turns towards the striking points in the distance, one hand brushing over her rapier. Her skin tingles slightly, even as her lips purse “Pfwah…familial obligations…duty…there is no battle to be had here…no stories to be won or glory to be found. Somewhere there is prey to be found and chased, and I would have it…”<br/><br/>Her grumbles cease for a moment as her ear twitches slightly. A puddle splash, her guest approaches. A small, toothy smile crosses her lips, one fang peeking out, even as she nudges her foot to impress the need to leave upon her companion, who takes the hint. No accorded ground to be had here, no promises of safe conduct. She wouldn't have it any other way, of course.<br/><br/>(Open for anyone to jump in really...or just the idea discussed w/ Hall)