Lena
Mittens, ever the watchful guard, gave a low hiss as Zavien and Koa both came along, and all the anxiety seemed mightily compelled into her figure yet again. She ignored it by grabbing plates for both of them, extending her hand outward and presuming they could take anything they wished – starting first by snagging at a small platter of cheesecakes and hoping for the best. Nodding at Zavien initially, because she didn’t quite trust herself to speak at first, she gave a small smile. “It’s fine. And yes, but someone had to.” And it would’ve been far too obvious a ploy if she were to embark anywhere near the Dragoons’ compound, considering her lack of taste for any bloodshed.
She grinned again at Koa’s entrance, and while she had a thousand inquiries for his latest ventures, kept them all to herself at present. “No,” and she shook her head. “Invited, but declined – though there is a reason for that.” He could presume all he wanted about Anju; and there were scores of explanations to be had between all of them. “Feel free to grab something to eat. I’m not quite sure where to start.” Not a frequent host of seditious parties…though perhaps this could be as much as information gathering and naught else. “Nor am I sure how much either of you know about things…” Sohalia’s disappearance, Dahlia’s rise to power…the multitudes in between. Her whispers remained low, quiet, hidden behind sips of tea and flakes of cake. “I find Sohalia’s sudden abandonment of her post very strange, and I refused to stay on Dahlia’s council.”
She grinned again at Koa’s entrance, and while she had a thousand inquiries for his latest ventures, kept them all to herself at present. “No,” and she shook her head. “Invited, but declined – though there is a reason for that.” He could presume all he wanted about Anju; and there were scores of explanations to be had between all of them. “Feel free to grab something to eat. I’m not quite sure where to start.” Not a frequent host of seditious parties…though perhaps this could be as much as information gathering and naught else. “Nor am I sure how much either of you know about things…” Sohalia’s disappearance, Dahlia’s rise to power…the multitudes in between. Her whispers remained low, quiet, hidden behind sips of tea and flakes of cake. “I find Sohalia’s sudden abandonment of her post very strange, and I refused to stay on Dahlia’s council.”
little more like coming home
