Marcella rolled her finger around the rim of her glass, watching the liquid brush down the edges and leave a small trail of dark gold in its wake.  The liqour was of good quality, an expected luxury in such surroundings.  She could still feel the numbness in her lips and the burn at the back of her throat, a delicious poison for her body.  Not that was exactly a critic, but she knew enough from expierence to recognize quality.  The back of her knuckles rolled down the class as Kalinda came toward her, feeling the coolness against her flesh.  Aqua eyes peering through bands of purple hair that fell before her eyes as she lifted her head to the woman.  Muscles worked in her jaw as she openly examined the woman before her, taking in her frame and figure with the primal air of someone not used to chitchat.<br/><br/>Around her grew the scent of a gentle mountain spring, the freshness of untained water in the cold lands of the North.  One could almost hear the rustiling of the stream when she spoke, falling from her full lips and wide mouth to flow ever so sweetly across the ears of another.  Like the ocean and stream though, the powerful threat of a torrent lay just benath those gentle sounds.<br/><br/>" I don't feel like gossiping, so go cluck around with the other hens."  She hadn't meant the words to emerge so harshly, but she was really not a woman for idle banter.