"It would do well for you to not make such a racket." Once soft the lilt that had grown sharp against tongue housed in frigid silver, yet low still, a volume barely escaping the confinements of a murmur. Unkind time to child once graced by lenses dipped in rose, taunt still the draw, however, wings pulled to sides even as head arose in mockery of courage. The urge was present, to flare their growing width and bind herself in pale rose blush, escape a world reduced to shifting shade and light, a pair of washed out ink blots the two standing upon fine grained shoreline.

Regarded, as best she may which lead to glance sliding over empty space before touching on shoulder or forehead rather than intended placement, for a moment each in due turn, stranger both though to be expected. How long had she wallowed, locked away in a small abode rotting alongside the flowers she had allowed to become her life, the world continuing even as she refused. Such thoughts useless, and thus discarded with a flick of an ear, the larger once more receiving a rather off the mark glance.

"You must excuse us for the welcome, you will understand later," explanation lacking, though lightened her tone as the atmosphere grew cordial, apparent grown no further battle would be occurring. "If you have need of anything simply call for a Roux, there is that many of us I'm no longer certain who is not one." Gentle the smile that curled upon her lips, light the laughter allowed to trail after. Of course lacking the name for one such as Pearlcatcher, though preferred her chances of merely deeming him one, their family seemed a plagued beset on most well established groups.