<div class="floatright">(http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb117/hopefox17/Cuckoo.jpg)</div>Cuckoo smiled broadly when Jack came into view, displaying her wide, mismatched teeth. She shifted her left foot back an inch to adopt a slightly more battle-ready posture, but seemed more amused than angry at his started reaction.<br/><br/>She returned his bow, her messy red hair falling about her face. "I shall. My thanks for your welcome," she replied formally. "May the stars shine upon this hour of our meeting." She straightened up and smiled apologetically. "I would offer you a tale in recompense, but I fear I am not nearly the bard that you are."<br/><br/>She stepped out of the doorway and made herself comfortable in an armchair. She laid her spear on a coffee table and stretched lazily. Her eyes briefly tracked a pictsie who crept across the table towards the spear, but she let him be for the moment.<br/><br/>"You act like you've never met a child of the Morrigan before, cousin," she said, laughing good-naturedly. "You'll need to get used to it if we're going to be fighting alongside one another. You look like your father's son, too," she said, her eyes roaming briefly over his form.<br/><br/>"And fight we will, I understand. A puca told me you were walking into trouble larger than either one of us. I don't put much trust in puca, but I know we have work to do, if you'll have me as a comrade in arms."