<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bd/%5E846E518B1481611CD008024DF9F2F1C7B2480FC20110854ECB%5Epimgpsh_fullsize_distr.jpg)</div>As the offender, and yes, that is how she looked at this figure, offender, reminded her of the hand on his clothing, she thought of igniting the hand and or pissing in his beer. She chose to let him go, her sister had vouched that the spell had been a boon, she would watch and see. He had put the harp away, probably in that same 'not here' that Fox put the pretty bow of hers. With a last draw on the kimono before she released him, she pulled his ear to her lips. "Can we trust what you have to say will not lead us to destruction? Watch your words sexless one, we are not the only ones in this room, and if you bring the Hunt down upon us, you will truly be sexless." The whisper was meant for the musician's ears only. With this she released his dress, smoothing where her grip had creased the fine silks. The slightest steam rising as she iron out the wrinkles with a brush of her hand.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/18/%5E0F8DB8EF0ABA58288E2BF177AE1807F9D5648E9E7743370419%5Epimgpsh_fullsize_distr.jpg)</div>Pretending that the whispered words were not the threat she felt they were, Arctic Fox drew her sister from the raised dais. She escorted Winter Flame to their seats, and accepted the round of drinks the barmaids and tender were providing with zeal. A wave a toast and a sip, and she meandered with purpose through the assembled. All the while helping to sooth and prepare the room for the Maestro's tale and make personal contact to each of her new sisters. As her sister pulled her away, she finally dropped her gaze from him, a dismissive wave rippling the air with its heat before she allowed it to cool.<br/><br/>Approaching the beautiful blonde, Cerulean, "Elowyn, Cerulean, you have changed so much, though I love the locks. We really must get together after this, just us girls to reconnect." There was more to her words, obviously, though enough said about that. She made sure to shake the hands of her performing compatriots, "Falish, Eviona, I will demand a performance, at full pay with tip before we leave town."<br/><br/>Arctic Fox extended her hands each crossing the other to pull the two women in closer, "Morning," the simple name called back across the ages, addressing each, and the one from long ago in the salutation, "It has been too long since we have sheltered each other, you by day, me by night. I look forward to sharing tales of our time apart, soon. Perhaps tonight after the tale and revels?"<br/><br/>The woman known as First of Air, though Arctic Fox truly turned to Whispers, "Fray, Whispers, I truly look forward to challenging you for the title of bowmistress. Shall we say tomorrow? Tonight we should really catch up and make the wagers worth betting?" As her demeanor and hostess soothings made the room ready to ignore them again, or listen to the maestro, she returned to her seat.<br/><br/>Resting a hand on her sister's for reassurance as well as to give her sister the warning she needed if something were to change, she waved to the minstrel to offer his story, "Perhaps the shorter version, will serve best, you can save the longer version for a winter night that gives us need for more."<br/><br/><br/>