BELLONA

She saunters into the meeting with her head held high and her banner swaying, unwilling to allow her lack of punctuality to soil her flashy entrance. In truth it is not only her untimely appearance that she tries to make up for, but her recent downfall with those that have summoned her to this meeting. The glass-horned one had managed to break her spirit then, but the Aztec stubbornly refuses to showcase her memory of that pain now. Yet even through her guarded expression and proud gait the bird still manages to be respectful.

"Midas." He gets little more than an emotionless stare and a nod, but the bright woman's gaze instantly changes when she locks eyes with the red. "Seele. I'm happy to see you up here." One corner of a blue maw twitches as if in the makings of a smile, but the owner of said maw remembers that this is the one who snapped at her. She has not earned all of her pleasantries just yet, but the peahen has learned her lesson. Those in power do not ask for respect; they demand it. Maybe one day you shall have to give what you seek.

Speaking of pleasantries, the colorful creature owes such a thing to the horned giant. The feathery cape upon her back lifts as the maiden finds his staggering form, but the fibrous tendrils droop when she finds a woman at his hip. The solitary creature finds this odd, but she does not question it until she has joined the unicorn at the side opposite of his icy queen.

"I didn't know you had a pet," she whispers, as blunt as ever. "Where did you find your ice queen?" With the meeting still going on it would not surprise the rainbow if only he could hear her. Her words are meant only for the bay, after all.

A fiery stare rakes over the hides of all those gathered here, silently judging each of them before returning to the shire. "I would like to speak with you later. In private." That last part should be unnecessary, but the beauty doesn't know if she should expect to see the pegasus following them around now. She hopes not. The giant is already enough of a handful on his own.

After she has said what she has meant to say the peahen watches the meeting go on with dulled interest. This is her first public appearance amongst the members of the Falls and, although this should be a pivotal moment in her career as a sleuth, she really just doesn't care. She casts a bored glance around every once in a while, taking in the forms of the flapping tents and studying those around her. The most exciting part of her day so far has been watching the drunk play with some bottle. Just what is he doing over there?

Not caring about causing a ruckus with all that is going on, the beauty picks her way through the crowd until she can sidle up beside the unicorn. Turning an inquisitive eye to his pupil-less one, she tries to ask him a question without making it seem obvious to the almighty speakers. "What's that?"

{In summary, this post is directed towards Oxy and Rostislav, primarily. Elsa easily could have overheard Bellona's comments, however.}

"Talking"