Just as soon as the men left her in peace, she quickly rinses off and steps out from the waters. Ringing out her hair she quickly braids it to keep it away from her face. Genuinely pissed off about the situation she cleans her armor quickly with the use of magic, having it look brand new. Also doning herself with her tribal designs along her cheeks, she is prepared, looking as if she just came from the battle front as a soldier and not as the priestess. Just looking at herself, she realizes this is how she should have looked when she came to the storm clan, instead of soiled with blood and grime from her journey.The storm clan would have listened to her then if she was at least believable.<br/><br/>Frowning to her own discontent, s he then  adorns her middle finger with the ring of sight she was appointed for being a priestess, showing of her status. Even with that too she pulls up the braid to be in a bun and away from the back of her neck to also show the emblem tattoo of her family crest. Thinking of all of the formalities of visiting a foreign clan, she gives herself a stoic impression which help retain her own. She looked exotic with how her uniform conformed her figure, with it's languid designs that represented light. Also she looked well equipped for battle where she had a bushel of arrows along her back and her bow, as well as the pair of curved swords along her side and the long dagger along her thigh. Now she looked different in comparison to her meek form moments before. Now she is ready for anything, leaving behind the carefree feel she had before, and returning back to the battle front.<br/><br/>Walking away from the cool stream, she heads in their direction, looking somewhat deathly as she gives them all a hard look that causes her eyes to glint cooly with the dim light." let's go, don't want to keep the chief waiting."