Nemhain was a naturally suspicious figure. Not only because of her position as a persona fit for combat and defense, but also because of her natural personality and the circumstances of her awakening. She had been awoken in the middle of a crisis, with enemies coming from all sides and a user that was slowly falling apart, on the very verge of collapsing in on herself if she didn't accept help from others. This made it so that Nem depended upon and trusted those that were already within Elysium, but those outside of their little tight knit group? Well, she wasn't as quick to trust them. She especially wasn't so quick to trust someone today, when the Captain had said he was going to attack them. The fenghuang might not have been the one who originally received the message, but Rin had relayed it to the rest of them, and after the usual round of people trying to decide whether Rin was worth protecting or not – she always was – they were all on edge, just waiting for the day when their opponent would show up. Nem could feel her every muscle tensed, her feathers pricked and sensitive as she lingered within the mountain camp. She had been stretching, getting ready for the day ahead of her and trying to decide what she wanted to do. Perhaps a hunting trip? Or a border patrol, to make sure that things were alright. She could do so fairly quickly, given her large wings and high speeds, and Rin wouldn't even be able to wake up before she returned.

However, her planning was interrupted by the shrill call of another – albeit much smaller – avian. Lifting her head, she eyed the albatross slowly, looking over his feathers and the saltwater dripping down onto the rock. He didn't quite smell right, at least not for his story. Sure, he smelled of the sea, but he didn't smell of the Typhoon. Nemhain had met enough of their people to know the scent was distinct. Salty, but not just of the sea. The persona's eyes narrowed briefly, her heart roaring in her ears. However, she tried to keep herself calm, not wanting to let him in on the fact that she was onto him. Sighing heavily, the fenghuang folded her wings in tight to her body, her head cocking to one side as she chirped deeply up at him, "...Hello, sir. My name is Nemhain, and I am connected to our magna. So you can speak to me, if you have information. I'm afraid Rim has been under a lot of stress lately. She needs rest." Behind "Albert," Nem attempted to use her powers to slowly raise up some ice shards from the puddles on the ground. She just let the shards linger in the air, pointed towards the albatross but not doing anything yes.

Warily, the young jedi steps out of the caves.  Attracted by the overlap of voices, Lavi approached the scene with a thoughtful gleam in his chocolate eyes.  He knew the scent of the Typhoon well, since he lived there briefly during his time with Snowbound and while the bird carried salt, Lavi failed to place the scent with the pirate crew.

Rather than speak immediately, the mountain cat simply came to a stand beside Halo.  Silently, he turned his gaze onto the albatross, passive but unyielding.  Unintentionally, he found his thoughts turning towards Tena, rather than Rin or the matters of politics.  His fiery friend would agree with Halo, no doubt, but he saw no sign of her yet.

With a patient smile, the feline took a seat and curled his tail over his paws neatly.  "Thank you, but if that's all perhaps you should be on your way.  We don't require the Typhoon's help and I'm sure you'd like to be getting back."

The odd and sudden call of 'avast' had the Demdji standing at the ready.  Having never heard the phrase thrown around Elysium, they felt their brow crease in confusion.  I can see a 'Captain' using that word. They almost snort.  No doubt.

Recalling the previous attack, the sand cat decided to see for themself.  Ever protective of their sister, their eyes flashed from the Elysites present.  Tena's Jedi friend was speaking as they arrived on the scene, polite but Ebra wondered how long the formalities would last from the look in Halo's eyes.  The bird doesn't feel mortal to me.  I see.

The small, but muscular cat found a stand close to the cave's entrance, intently watching the conversation unfold.

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