At first, as Isif spoke, Kelsie relished the motion of her lips and the sweetness of her timbre.  As the speach continued, though, she was shot through with fear, then sympathy, then a rapidly building wrath that set her Obarskyr blood boiling.<br/><br/>She could--and would--deny springing from Ahzoun's loins 'til her dying day, but being a child of the old Obarskyr meant so much more than a father with a crown.<br/><br/>It meant that passion was i her blood, heroisim in her soul, and the two intertwined inevitably at heart of her being.<br/><br/>At other times, Kelsie would temper her Cavalier mannerisms in the name of femininity.  Not now, a hero was not a man, she was hero.<br/><br/>Kelsie's strong arms pulled the younger girl close to her in a tight embrace and she leaned down too kiss the Tymoran priestess with more than passion or need, but with confidence and pure love.<br/><br/>"Peace be with you, gentle Isif.  Tell me where this beast can be found, then tarry here at ease while I seek a doubt y band with which to take these troubles from you."