The cool air was as silk against the exposed crème skin of the Coquette, laying its gentle kisses across her bare shoulders, and running its long fingers through her ravishing blonde and lilac locks. It carried with it the minimal trails of smoke that lingered in the air, born from the fire that crackled with ease in front of her and gave a glint to the smooth metal of the flask she held in her left hand. She took a dainty sip from it before passing to the person next to her, not even acknowledging the existence of the other with eye contact, keeping her senses open, and gaze forward.

However, keeping her senses open was somewhat of a harder task than usual. This was her first journey from the confines of her home since the death of Zorlo, and the blood bath that had occurred in the heavenly realm. The phantoms of what had occurred still haunted her, the broken sobs of Selene echoing within the confines of her psyche and the feeling of the man’s very presence leaving the plane replaying itself over and over again. She was no longer bound to the man, but during the time that she had been oathed to join him in his brotherhood, she had grown to admire him somewhat, and to see such a valiant warrior vanquished so, was truly a discerning experience.

Vana lifted her head from its previously lowered position, her feline oculars widening as they grew accustomed to the darkness the took up the space around the other figures who her gaze now meandered across, finding them all rather lacking in qualities she deemed worthy of her time, or other things that drew her attention, one of them even being a mere boy with a steely look in his eyes. Inside, Vana scoffed at the idea of having to share the same space as those gathered, wonder as to what purpose the Kitra had sent her to this place as they often did, leaving her with little information.

The time passed slowly as she sat, the fan she had brought with her resting across her lap, the blue sheen of the mythril contrasting with the soft red of her dress. When the barrier surrounded them, the woman rose wearily to her feet, opening the weapon with a flourish of her hand, the scraping of metal against metal passing smoothly against each other breaking the momentary lull created by the manifestation of the barrier.

“Whomever summoned this box, I would suggest lowering it. Enclosed spaces have been known to entice blood thirst in those so used to freedom of movement as I am,” she coolly stated, caring no longer for the pleasantries she had engaged in before, tiring of the company of those jovially gathered without seeming meaning.

If someone was going to approach, then let them. She was tired of waiting.

OOC: And so enters Lady Vana Huine.

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+/Haden\+ */Vana\* >/Raziel\<~/Neeko\~

Poetry of mine ----- Sketchy Sketches
Retired Characters:
/Irva Hira\ /Kylac Tierna\