SAIL HOME - open; visitor

[agathe.]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; color;"]His odd behavior managed to grate against her nerves in ways that begged that she shift and react but somehow, Agathe remained still and uncaring, golden eyes merely blinking a few times as if that was the only repose she'd grant herself. The snow leopardess had been trained to remain stoic in the face of any extreme, and even if every red flag had been raised in silent alarm in response to him, those horns, everything, she'd remain as such. "So much chitchat," Agathe would respond lazily, taking to absently fiddling with the corner of her cloak. So often had she done it before that it was now a bad habit, one that had earned her several verbal punishments from her former matron for not paying attention. She dropped the fabric at that thought. She needed to be alert- she couldn't afford not to be.

So she entertained this Matuah and his familiar, Deucalion, for as long as she could, weighing his bizarre words as carefully as possible before emitting the faintest of sighs. She did not want to be dealing with this right now. "The Conclave..." Agathe echoed contemplatively, feeling the weight of the name upon her tongue. Like this hyena, she decided that she didn't like it. But Agathe was too quick a judge of anything and knew that she needed to hear more before officiating her stances on this individual and his group. "I suppose it's a pleasure to meet you both then," She said, though her voice lacked the emotion usually associated with such kind formalities. "But I do have to ask," Any semblance of friendliness disappeared from her face at that, nothing but cold and calculating hostility - thinly veiled at least - remaining, "What exactly are you looking for here? I can't neglect all of my duties to have a talk about the weather with a giant spider and a strange hyena. So please, for your sake and my own, get to the damn point."

There it was again, that buzz that demanded violence and death. It thrummed through her body, an incessant force that whispered for her to act as she might have back home. She countered by reminding herself that this was home and that things were different, that she was no longer death's plaything. But the buzzing did not subside and so she tried to ignore it, tracing absent shapes into the earth below her feet. Goddess above, she really hoped he got on with it.