Upon entering the room, Fyr felt a familiar thrill upon recognizing one of the others, a certain raven haired beauty reclining on a cozy little couch. "Hello Dusky~" she<em>purred</em>in a playfully predatory manner. "And here I was worried you might run off with some of my precious material possessions while I was away, I do<em>so</em>hate to miss you in action." The Fae made her way over to the same couch and joined Dusk on it, given what amorous activities the couch was probably meant for, they ended up sitting<em>very</em>close, though Fyr (and hopefully Dusk!) was perfectly comfortable with the closeness.<br/><br/>Unlike the others, Dusk has certainly seen her true form before, and would probably pierce her disguise on recognizing her. Given the lack of reaction from the others, none seemed able to pierce her disguise, which suited Fyr just fine, she wanted to scout the stage before stepping into the limelight. After all, one plays for keeps in the House of the Primordials.<br/><br/>She gave the woman beside her a conspiratorial wink before horribly exaggerating the age-old yawn-hug move, using it to lean in close, her tone eager to gossip, "Did you get a letter too? Or know anyone else here?"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">if in any was possible, whether her knowing me or my fiat, id like Dusk to beable to see my true form, if not, feel free to disregard that part of the above, she should be able to recognize me though.</div></div>