She was naturally stronger, faster, and tougher than he, her appearance notably more attractive, her words flowing out more like honey than his naturally... her mind was sharper, faster, smarter... but Yifa still couldn't compare to the Bull of the North, her father, in terms of sheer experience and skill.  His comprehension of the arts of war alone was outstanding... made her head hurt a bit, as she had not naturally inherited his innate ability to strategize as he did.  A shame, but her father didn't mind; she made up for it in far greater ways...<br/><br/>So disengaging from her father - after another kiss on his cheek - she moved to stand over on the side between the two Solars, not bothering to cover herself as her father explained the situation.  He was right of course; if they kept things up the Dynasts would get serious, and with that would come the serious forces.  Expanding their forces, their allies, and especially allies with impressive fortifications and warriors...<br/><br/>"Hm... may not be my 'favorite' thing..." she said, smirking a bit as she stood up tall and proud, hands firmly planted upon her hips "But I'm good at that too!  I think I'll try Whitewall first, considering they're more likely to get hit by the Dynastic Legions first than Gethamane.  The more imminent presence of the Realm might make them more willing to cooperate too."<br/><br/>After a moment, she wandered her bare self across the tent to a trunk, opened it, and began pulling out some clothing about her size.  At some point long ago, she'd just decided to leave some of her clothing in her father's tent and in the big meeting tent as well, because she got dressed at both frequently enough to require it.  Pants, heavy fur-lined boots, and a heavy fur-lined kilt as well, and then finally two fur-lined gloves up to her elbow (like her boots up to her knees) and two more fur-lined leather straps upon her bicep like her father sometimes wore, basically to show off the muscle there, and Yifa knew there was plenty to show.  Finally a cloak, but she carried that one; she didn't need it unless there was a snowstorm, and there wasn't one here... yet.  Dressed as much as her father was save the armor, Yifa went back to the table, she quickly observed the map, the directions, the distance... there, after some thirty seconds she<em>knew</em>she wasn't about to get lost, not one bit.<br/><br/>"I take it I need to leave asap?" she asked, sighing and pouting a bit, tugging her ribbons out of one of her gloves and putting them in her hair, tying them up into two 'tails' "I'll go arrange for supplies and food then... and I'll try and be quick."<br/><br/>Moving back to her father, she pulled him into a tight, tight hug, from the front this time.<br/><br/>"I love you, daddy." she said softly, before giving him a gentle kiss on the cheek, preparing to leave and prepare the moment their embrace broke "Try to get some sleep while I'm gone, okay?  I won't be gone that long..."