[mature, how mature][she faintly heard his words, yet a smirk 'peered upon her angular features][she kept her back to them all, waiting until the last words were said and it was silent][the shadows that made her clothing became sparce][instead of a robe, a halter, midriff revealing shirt and a short-enough black chainmail shadowed skirt apppeared][her usual wardrobe][how nice][turning, she walked towards the group][her hair still up since the ball, a few strands of black and red fell to her face][nearly covered, her small brass and black spiraled horns remained upon her forehead][out of no where, a black panther followed her every foot step][and sat at her feet as she stopped infront of Diablo][bowing, she turned to Othoe and did the same, then to the female][meeting her only once, her blazing orbs shimmered]
Hello m'lords and lady. How do you fare this warm morn?
[silver webbed black wings remained unopen and secure][glancing down at her pet, she smirked and kept her orbs on the new female][they seemed to have something in common, but not quite]
