She snorts. "Alright, but find a solution, as quickly as you can. If nothing else, it makes my nose itch. That, and it would be bad if you're trying to hide, and something can follow you by scent, like I can. You stick out like a prismatic wall."<br/><br/>The next several days pass fairly quietly, as the two liontaur goddesses slowly, and tentatively meet... though only for a few minutes at a time. Between her irritation at Draiss, her inability to accept that her mother still lives, and her mother's lack of recognition of her, Reekesha very rapidly grows annoyed enough at any meeting to retreat, within a few minutes, often for hours at a time.<br/><br/>However, as evening approaches, one day that week, Draiss will note a large band of powerful individuals, making their way up the mountain pass, accompanied by no less than the spoiled rotten noble, who Draiss had so thoroughly beaten, the last time. Draiss will also note quite a bit of fear, in the young lordling, as if he were doing this somewhat reluctantly.