Another Rhydan's laugh entered her thoughts, the voice so familiar it ached--her old friend and mentor Jorisco!  The raptor perched on the windowsill, head cocked, regarding Kenna with interest.<br/><br/><em>Would you trust us, little one, not to send you to an unwelcoming mate?</em>The Rhy-falcon's amusement came through clearly, shot through with both sympathy and understanding.<em>Although your bride-designate is no happier about it than you, and this is not how I would have had you learn of the matter.</em><br/><br/><em>Dame Provost Phoryntimar had a peculiar sense of humor,</em>Learned Theron added.<em>I am given to understand that this is quite in character for her.</em><br/><br/>A knock on the door heralded the entrance of the lean, tall, and not quite welcome figure of Riselin, who regarded both of the Rhy-animals with a sort of respectful caution, then swept her long hair back out of her face and gave Kenna a somewhat sheepish smile.<br/><br/>"Pardon me, Learned Theron and, uhm, guest, but I should like to have a few words in relative privacy with my intended."  Riselin glanced at Kenna again, a blush rising on her cheeks until the two Rhy-animals took their leave with mental chuckles. Once they were alone, she sank down to sit on a chest near the foot of her bed.<br/><br/>"This was not how I usually try to get a woman into my bed," she offered dryly. "I'm told wine and poetry are more customary. Are you all right? Not...injured or anything?"<br/><br/>She ran a hand through her hair, sighed angrily.<br/><br/>"I am sorry about all this."