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"Do we wish to take the poor soul down?" Ina's suggestion comes quietly, her eyes flicking between the body and the raven. "It seems distasteful to leave them, but I am reluctant to invoke any ire from the locals."

Ina mumbles groggily and pushes herself to a sitting position, gratefully taking the time to recuperate from whatever madness it was that that took her. She listens with interest to the birds above, and then to Hircus telling of his vision. "I travelled through those gates, before," her voice...

Runrunrunrunrun. Ina's heart pounds even quicker than her feet against the ground, barely recognising that she was now alone. Her instinct to get away is so overwhelming that she doesn't consciously register the slightly spongier floor as she passes the treeline, though her gait adjusts...

Ina greets the elves warmly and briefly summarises the events of the previous night. "It seems as if we must meet this Madame Eva sooner rather than later; prepare ourselves with any knowledge we have lost. Do you know of her?" she sighs, running her hands through her hair, "Events have been set...

Another day. Ina's spirits do not rise with the sun, but she can't hold back a smile for Alexei. "Thank you," she breathes, wasting no time in donning the new armour - as quietly as she is able, so as not to disturb Hircus any more. Gleeful, she stretches and performs a few feints in the new...

With the fight over - for now - Ina cleans her blade on the grass before securing it back in her belt. She combs her hair back behind her ears with her fingers and surveys the group; Moire was the most wounded, physically, at least. She watches sadly as Syvis howls into the night air. For a half...

Ina shifts her weight, ready to lunge forwards if necessary. She readies a dagger, thankful she had the forethought to bring those, at least. Her movements are slow but smooth; an attempt not to provoke the wolves any further. As if that helps. She angles the left blade towards the wolves...

Ina's breath catches as they finally come face to face with this...entity. The king's very presence was so...commanding, total. She almost - almost - laughed: how she used to think her father was intimidating. She takes in the finery, the effortless display of power. Seeing even Moire kneeling...

Ina is just rousing from her trance when she feels a hand on her shoulder. Her eyes snap open and her hand is halfway to her dagger before Syvis speaks. If anything, her heart beats faster, her eyes flickering to the tent opening nervously. "I suppose this is not...unexpected," she sighs...

Ina, likewise, is visibly relieved for Luvash's offering of his tent. She thanks him - and Alexei - profusely, decidedly not reacting to Lala's look when the rapier was mentioned. It was just a sweet, albeit petty, little bonus. The elf graciously accepts the invitation to relax for the evening...

Ina watches the thinly veiled tension, wary of them accidentally offending their hosts. She'd been in this situations several times - clashing customs were always...tricky. She relaxes slightly when Moire mentions an alternative - it would be wise to accept something. Even if it would be held...

Ina holds her sigh until Moire and Syvis have left earshot. "For what it's worth, I agree with you. I don't think flowers will overpower her fear, or loyalty. But, I suppose stranger things have happened. Us, for one!" She chuckles a little. "I, for one, intend to eat and try to relax whilst...

Ina smiles understandingly and pats him on the shoulder. "We'll work it out." The elf snorts a bit at his reference to the incident at Kasimi'rs gome earlier, "I'm sure he's seen worse in his time, though an apology wouldn't go unappreciated, I imagine." She nods at his question carefully, also...

Ina steels herself as she approaches, the pit in her stomach growing full of dread. Or hunger, she thinks: the enticing smells of food drawing her in. She's reminded of the stories she would steal away to the library to read as a child; don't stray from the path, don't dance with the Fae, don't...

Ina grimaces at Syvis' findings at the shack. She shivers a little when she looks out over the water. Damned fog. She didn't relish the idea of taking off in a small boat, no sturdy ground beneath her feet... can vampires fly? Or swim? What if we get trapped out there?? Her ears perk up a little...