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Yugiri's animosity for the man who had helped them, did indeed run deep, wounds that would likely never truly heal or close....even if she got her revenge. Ifalna's presence however helped the Shinobi to remain in a state of calm, she was thankful for this woman's presence, the second truly friendly soul that she had met since coming to this world. Something haunted Ifalna, that much was plain, clear to see even to someone who possessed no abilities of empathy, not ability to sense of feel the emotions of another. Part of Yugiri wished to press...to ask what was wrong, what haunted the woman...however this was not the time...if Ifalna even felt the desire or trust to tell her. She returned the shakey smile to the woman just content to let such questions lie until a better time.
"Your words mean much and more to me to hear Ifalna-san. I thank you for your kindness...your understanding of the pain that wracks my soul. You are kind...I am sure that your daughter is just as kind." Yugiri would offer to Alfana in an attempt to further boost the woman's spirit, "Just as I will find my lord and master once more....if he finds his way to this world....he is more willing to as they say 'roll with the punches' than I am as a Shinobi." Yugiri would admit, a somewhat sheepish tone to her voice, rubbing her arm as if she were remembering something, in her mind she felt the phantom pains from her many training sessions with the young lord in their youth, the wooden swords were no danger to life unless one was careless...but by the Kami did they sting something fierce!
Yugiri blinked as Ifalna took both of her hands into her own, the gesture made her heart race. no one had ever done this with her, no one had even attempted...they heard the word Shinobi and decided to be on their best behavior, putting on a mask of false propriaty, friendliness to avoid getting themselves into too much trouble. "Ifalna-san, I am only doing what anyone would do for one in need, if I see someone in need and I can help...even if my domain is in the shadows, I will step into the light to help them. I am just thankful that your life is not currently in danger anymore, tis a blessing from the Kami even if....the source of said miracle promises to be that of a Monkey's paw." Yugiri would muse somewhat bitterly as her mind turned back to Solus, "I will check on you...keep watch over you Ifalna, check in on you as you recover your strength...I will whisper rumors in your ear should I find information of your daughter. For now...rest...recover, you will need your strength when we find your daughter. I only pray that you do not find my presence and assistance irksome...or unwelcome." Yugiri would say flashing one last smile before bowing her head respectfully to the other woman, hand upon the door, once last glance before the door was opened...and the Shinobi was gone.
Yugiri was fighting a losing battle, she began panting, she was being drained, the normally calculated Shinobi was struggling against the sheer number of wolves surrounding her, the more she injured them...the more THEY struck back in fury, in rage...hunger! More and more Crimson seeped into her simple clothes, how how she wished she had brought her armor with her this time....but she had felt she didn't need it, that her agility training and striking would benefit from her NOT wearing her armor. Bite marks on both legs, on her left arm, scratches adorned her form from the claws of the beasts, her Kunai stained in blood, several more littered the ground from being thrown or stabbed into her attackers...but her strength was waning.
Yugiri heard footsteps, however the paniced Shinobi expected more enemies, a deep breath inhaled, her thoughts went to her lord Hien. 'Forgive me Lord Hien....I may meet my end here...before we are reunited, before I am able to serve you once more. In shadows I lived...in shadows I fall.' Yugiri thought to herself, closing her eyes to embrace oblivion, however...that end, the sweet nothing never came, yet again she defied death. HEr eyes opened just in time to feel a surge of magic, the tell tale signs of light magic about to ignite, reacting quickly the Shinobi closed and shielded her eyes form the light, the wolves howling, and yelping in fear, the spell ignited, bathing the small glade in bright light!
The wolves sprinted away, howling and yelping, blood from both sides stained the grass, the Kunai barely held in the weakened grip of the Shinobi, she spun around, eyes wild with pain and adrenaline, her arm raised weakly, Kunai held in a weak reversed grip, her chest heaved, her knee's buckled...she pretended as if she were still a threat...that she could put up a fight, but there was no chance she could manage more than a few weak, half hearted slashes of her Kunai before her body would fully give out on her. "W-who's there!? Friend or Foe!?" Yugiri would croak out weakly, one couldn't blame the poor young woman...she was still expecting danger. More and more her body weakened with the leaking crimson staining clothes, pale skin and pearly white scales, pearly white spiked tail flicked in irritation...the way an animals might when they felt cornered.
Yugiri once more felt a surge of magic, she briefed a glance back, 'Solus' had said nothing else to her...seemed he had either lost his will to fight or he truly just did not care. Yugiri entertained a single thought in the moment she felt the aether surge; it wasn't too late...she could place Ifalna against a wall...she could still stop him...she could still END the Garlean menace here before it began again....patience Yugiri....with a grunt she refocused her attention onto Ifalna with the disappearence of Solus. Yugiri had a feeling not only would Ifalna likely see the man again...SHE may see him again...perhaps that day...she would end the fued...one way or another it would all end.
The more Yugiri focused on the irritation...the desire she felt to just turn and throw a Kunai at the empty air where Solus had been....she knew such a thing would serve no purpose except to make Ifalna distrustful of her, no...she had to bide her time, the image of her Lord Hien flashed in her mind...as well as that of her Shinobi master, 'patience Mistwalker, patience, your time will come but it is not yet that time.' Step by step, Yugiri lead Ifalna down the streets of Provo, deeper and deeper into the outskirts of the city, to a quint little Inn that the Shinobi stayed at when the occasion allowed her to do so.
Yugiri let out a soft breath as the pair approached the Inn, a feeling of regret and remorse hung around the young woman. "I still must ask forgiveness Ifalna-san, I was so ready to abandon you to sate my own desires. I know you are not him but your words, your relation to knowing how I feel...it reminded me so much of my Lord and master, Hien." Yugiri would say the regret soaked her words, longing....she missed her lord..it seems Ifalna was not the only one searching...hoping. "I am sure that we will find your daughter Ifalna-san, I give my my words, my honor as a Shinobi of Doma, as the retainer to the King of Doma, Hien Rijin that I will reunite you with your daughter as quickly as we are able...once you are recovered enough to begin traveling." Yugiri would say, offering a sorrowful smile to the woman using her as a walking stick. "For now, focus on rest and recovery Ifalna-san. I will begin asking around the city proper once you begin resting...I will see if I can find a lead for us on your daughter's location." despite the sorrow she felt at the woman's loss...there was a fire, a determination, a will about the young Shinobi, Ifalna had given the young woman a new purpose.
Several moments later, would see Ifalna and Yugiri in a room with one another, a rather simple room, a single bed, a table and a chair alongside a single shuttered window, it was nothing glamorous by any means, but it would do for now while the ancient recovered her strength. "You may take the bed Ifalna-san, I shall rest in the chair, you have more need of the bed than I." Yugiri would say helping the woman over to the bed if she did not protest to such an arrangement, "Do you need anything before I begin my search for a lead in the city proper?" Yugiri would ask pausing by the woman's bedside to hear any requests she may have for her before she left.
Yugiri stared incredulously at the man standing there, 'Solus' he was really trying to deny it? Not that she could blame him in a way....however did he true think to fool a Shinobi? Yugiri had started to open her mouth to further debunk the man's claims, logic even born in anger, irritation....trauma was still logic even if such emotions made that logic unsound! Yugiri's teeth only grit further in agitation the more she looked at this man however, she could respond, accelerate the problem, Ifalna intervened, hands on her shoulder's, relating to the pain that the young Shinobi felt, A brief sense of calm, peace...this woman....Ifalna....she could feel the sincerity...the care in her touch, in her words..the same ones her mother had used with her oh so long ago. "Forgive me...Ifalna-san, you are right...if I started a fight with this man it would put many and more at great risk." Yugiri would mutter out lowly to the woman, Yugiri cursed herself mentally, how could she have even imagined sacrificing one person for a vendetta...she should have known better after her last attempt at such a maneuver...almost ended with her own death at the hands of the tyrant prince Zenos.
The memory flashed so clearly in her mind, as if it were yesterday...the one memory truly BURNED into her soul; the sound of the Rain drops...the cold biting at her skin, her breath barely visible in the night air. The mud, caking to her boots, the twitching of her muscles, her tail, the nerves...finger's clenching and unclenching around the hilts of her daggers. Yugiri snapped back to reality out of her own thoughts, 'Solus' had corrected her on his name, Solus ZOS Galvus. IFalna would have felt the younger woman tense up again but she was letting the older woman's words win out over her. "You will not provoke me Solus Zos Galvus." Yugiri would say lowly to the man as if she were trying to banish the very demons from her soul....as if it would help with living flesh! Her dagger slid back into the sheath at her side, the soft clink of chainmail as she turned her back to the man once more. "I am going to find some place for Iflana-san to rest....follow or do not. However do not expect the kindness you have shown to change my mind about you. You are a scourge...a phantom that must needs be cleansed...however we must not needs resolve that this day. Ifalna-san needs to rest and needs a proper doctor...if you know a place for both of these things lead the way." Yugiri would say her tone peaceful....a little too peaceful, venom remained in the delivery of the words, as potent as the bite of an unseen viper, the cold of the unseen blade striking form the shadow.
"Ifalna-san, let us go. There is an Inn that I have roomed in however it is...on the edges of the city, until Solus declares his intent to help past his indignance and lack of care for other's and their pain...I will focus on your safety and health in the mean time....after you have rested, we will begin searching for your daughter." Yugiri would say, speaking about Solus as if he wasn't even there...he still VERY much was but the little needle jabs...he claimed to not know who Yugiri was, it was turn abouts fair play if she pretended as if he would refuse to help in any meaningful way right? After a word of warning to Ifalna, Yugiri would begin walking with her once more, a slow, PAINFULLY slow pace for the exhausted and injured woman...at least Ifalna was no longer in danger of seeing the Kami and taking her place in their halls! Yugiri spoke a silent prayer to all the Kami, every single one...one by one, a soft muttering in her native tongue, if Ifalna listened she may hear words such as 'Susano', 'Tsukuyomi' among many other's...would she think these were people or dieties? There were a LOT of names perhaps the young Shinobi was rather heavily religious?
Yugiri noticed a distinct lack of help from the man who had found her and Ifalna, not only was he accusing her of attempting to KILL the woman she had found on deaths door, he also had the nerve to just stand there and WATCH! Yugiri would scoff, spitting something at the man in a foriegn tongue...Ifalna might hear small tidbits of what might sound like the native tongue of Wutai? But the phonetics were COMPLETELY wrong! ["Leave it to a Garlean to abandon those in need...spineless cowards."] Yugiri would spit at the man, "Ifalna-san, pay the vagabond no heed, he will be of no assistance in your seeking of your daughter." Yugiri's tail would flick at Emet, she either hadn't recognized him...or she was playing as if she didn't. The man's Third eye on his forehead gave away his Garlean heritage. A small flame of hostility in the Raen woman even if she knew better...old habits died hard, the Garleans had commited so many attrocities to her people and many other's!
Even as Yugiri slowly walked with Ifalna, taking the woman out onto the busier bustling streets, she felt the sudden convergance, the gathering of aether, she had felt this feeling...many times before, the gathering of aether, chaneling into a spell. Yugiri spun around drawing a dagger expecting for the man to be channeling some form of magic to attack herself and Ifalna when their backs were turned...but no attack came, the convergence, the gathering came and went just as quickly...the labored pained breathing of Ifalna eased, Wait...Garleans couldn't use magic...even the youngest Doman, the youngest Eorzean knew that! They lacked a complete ability to channel and harness aether, attempting to teleport or even cast a simple healing spell on a Garlean tended to have adverse side effects akin to an allergic reaction in her experience! Who cast the spell? The people passing by? No...past a nervous glance and hurrying off seeing a one woman carrying an injured woman with a blade drawn...no one would have the guts to even attempt it for fear of being attacked. The guards? No...she hadn't spotted any guards nearby or even on patrol in this area. She hadn't cast the spell, she could barely even get her Jutsu's to work properly here!
Yugiri's mind went through a million posibilities in the span of but a few brief moments, the logic and thought process of the Shinobi training paying off in spades! If she hadn't cast the spell, Ifalna hadn't cast the spell...none passing them by on the streets had cast it...unless there was another Shinobi or Thief lurking nearby masking their presence and obscurring sight of themselves....the only one who COULD have cast the spell was the Garlean! Yugiri hesitated, the wind of the cool morning tussled raven locks. "You are no Garlean, you look of it, but you are not. Garleans are unable to use magic....especially if they are pureblood and you dress too well and carry yourself as royalty. You are not of mixed blood." Yugiri would mutter aloud eyes still locked onto the man, Ifalna had some strength back, she felt the woman take more of her own weight, it wasn't much but she was recovering! words of thanks fell from the other woman's lips, a compliment to his magical prowess. Yugiri's eyes narrowed, the more she looked at this man the more a memory stirred within her, her tasks with the Doman resistance...portraits hanging on the walls, she had claimed not to be an assassin but once upon a time...she did anything her lords, her masters deemed she do, spying...killing, stealing sensitive documents, information...weapons.
"Ifalna-san, be wary. This man...is not what he seems! He is a monster wearing Hyur skin! he resembles Solus Galvus, the man directly responsible for the death of many of my countrymen, my kin!" Yugiri would spit gripping her dagger tighter, now torn between her duty to help this woman...or seeing if the resemblence to the Garlean dictator was just passing resemblance....or a true revival, a specter walking amongst the living too stubborn to die! Yugiri's eyes began to grow wild with fury, this man, this man and Zeno's, responsible for so much pain, so much death...if this WAS truly Solus....could she let him get away? Would it be worth it...to stop him and sacrifice this poor woman clinging to her? Yugiri's arms, her legs tensed, her tail began to sway behind her, a predator calculating the angle it needed to take down it's prey.
Yugiri's gaze rested upon the injured woman, concern in her eyes, a question on her lips "H-have you seen a little girl? She has my hair and eyes with a green ribbon in her hair." The woman asked. Yugiri had to blink shaking her head. "My apologies miss, but I have seen no child the likes of your description. Allow me to get your wounds tended, I will help you find her. You-" Yugiri paused, becoming aware of another presence....something about the man looked familiar. "Mark? I am a Shinobi not an Assassin! I fight with Honor, I am not some cut throat!" Yugiri spat at the man for his indignance.
Yugiri shook her head, glaring at the man who had slieghted her honor. "Either help me get her to a Chiregeon or step aside, I have no need for you if you only wish to cause problems Ser." Yugiri would say wrapping one of Ifalna's shoulders around her neck...Yugiri might be a slight bit shorter than Ifalna but she could still try! "We will find your daughter miss, I swear this. On my hono as a Shinobi, as retainer to Lord Hien of Doma." Yugiri would say waiting a moment to see if the man would help before beginning to walk away on her own with the injured woman...he would either help or follow at a distance to see if the Shinobi's intentions were as pure as she claimed. Yugiri focused all of her attention onto the woman who needed her help. "Eyes open, focus on my voice. I am called Yugiri Mistwalker...what do they call you? So I may know what name to give the Chiregeon should you pass out before we find one." Yugiri would ask, her pearl white tail whipping about impatient behind her, she was still learning the layout of this city...the symbols and writings while in some aspects were familiar....they were just as alien to her.
Neck swayed side to side, the wind brushed through Raven locks, soft feathers between gauntleted fingers, Reports of a rather large bird had become the talk of Provo, a bird foreign to these lands with an even stranger woman on it's back, sometimes she needed a nice flight to relax, it cleared her mind soaring through the sky on the back of her Yol, it helped her to get a better grasp and bearing of just where she was! The bird gave a screech as it was urged into a dive, Yugiri had been up in the sky for a while, she wanted to walk on the soil, give Arashi a chance to rest and hunt for his own food. The sound of a body hitting the ground in a smooth tuck and roll, the Shinobi had touched down onto solid ground once more the giant bird flying over the buildings, it's shadows eclipsing the streets, eyes scanning the streets letting out an alarmed screech.
Yugiri had started to hum to herself, a melody of her people, the people of Doma, a melody to offer praise to Tsukuyomi, the Kami of the moon. The humming stopped, she heard the screech from her Yol, the streets were too crowded...the screech was a call of alarm, someone or something was in danger or posed a danger to Yugiri or Arashi! Yugiri scaled the side of one building, taking the rooms, the large bird cicling over one spot in the city, an alley way by the looks of it. Soft foot steps, deft movements, the Shinobi ghosted across the roofs approaching her destination rapidly, her eyes glued down to the streets, the people in the streets seemed unalarmed so clearly this was something that did not concern or alarm them SOMEHOW. So no one had been openly attacked.
Arashi would let out another screech as Yugiri approached, the bird flying off completely, satisfied that the smaller woman would be able to handle what it smelled...it had smelled blood...FRESH blood. a soft 'THWIP' and the clink of chainmail could be heard above Ifalna, the sounds of pain, crying being picked up by the young Shinobi. The sound of someone....something falling to the ground to Ifalna's right side. "E-excuse me, is everything ok-" Yugiri stopped herself, looking at the woman, the young woman's green eyes went WIDE, her fair skin, pearly scales and horns might cause one to recoil expecting her to be some sort of monster, purple and black armor, daggers at her waist. "B-by the Kami, are you okay to stand? We need to get you to a Chiregeon right away!" Yugiri would say seeing the woman's condition...she didn't have to be a medical expert to know her wounds were deep, she only knew basic aide...those skills would barely be of help to this poor woman. "M-miss, keep your eyes open, focus on my voice. We are going to get you to someone who can help!" Yugiri would say producing a cloth to wipe the blood from the corner of the woman's mouth looking around, was there someone she could get to help her take this woman to a doctor? Somewhere that she could take this woman to GET help nearby?
Another day, another chance to find her center once more, to hone her lost abilities. Yugiri looked down at her clawed hands, the fingers flexing as she loosened the muscle under her skin. "Slowly my body returns to my will. I am unsure what...makes my body so unresponsive here, why some of my arts fail but I believe I am finally on the verge." Yugiri would mutter to herself, the Shinobi stood in a clearing, a nice hidden little spot in the forthe woods near an outlying farm, a place Yugiri had taken to sneaking off too for excorcise, climbing and striking the tree's with hand and foot, restrengthening her body, reworking her agility, leaping from tree to tree, adjusting to the strength needed to accurately throw her Kunai. Yugiri had been aware of the eyes upon her, the creatures of the woods, but they had always given the woman a wide birth.
Yugiri had forgone her armor, dressed only in the clothes of the local area, she had no protection past her jutsu and kunai....one of which was still on the unreliable side on whether it wanted to work! A sound could be heard, 'THUNK.....THUNK THUNK.....THWAP THWAP THUNK!' Another day....just like any other, the eyes of the forest were upon her again....she had grown so used to the feeling that she chose to ignore it this time. If the creatures had been hostile towards her...they would have attacked her much sooner, she had stoped to rest and sleep in the tree's several times in her journies to this spot, however the Kami had another plan for the young Shinobi!
Slow quiet footsteps, a low growl, A wolf began to slink out from the shadows, then another....and another...more and more began slinking out, surrounding the young Shinobi. "Beasts of the wood, I give you once chance to turn tail, I do not wish you harm!" Yugiri would say to the wolves, confidence had begun to swell, surge within her, even if the wolves chose to attack....she could handle them! The wolves continued to close in closer, their eyes burning with a ravenous hunger, snarling and gnashing their teeth at the young woman, finally...it began. The wolves attacked, Yugiri ducked under one wolf as it attempted to pounce on her, a Kunai buried in it's chest, however she missed a vital....the wolf sailed past her taking the knife with it! Landing with a pained yelp the wolf only looked ANGRIER, A backflip over a second wolf, her body felt so light!
Yugiri's feet touched the ground once more a soft 'thwip' as she landed in the grass however...her confidence her started to come full circle, she cried out in pain as pain spread through her body, teeth sank into her left leg, Fabric tore and Crimson began to stream from the wounds, the wolf had let go fearing some form of retaliation from the packs prey. The pack began to circle Yugiri, testing her guard....her fight response kicking into overdrive but she couldn't fight...not this many and not without her speed. "Susanoo grant me the strength...." Yugiri would mutter a silent preyer to the god of storms and revelry.
If Renitra's face had lit up upon fully recognizing the young Raen, Yugiri's own intoxicated eyes and face lit up hearing the confirmation that the girl beside her was a Scion. Though her face turned from absolute joy and elation to....confusion when she looked upon Renitra's face, a name....on the tip of her tongue but forever out of reach, she could swear she had seen this woman somewhere before but a name and face truly eluded her in the moment. At least this woman spoke the Doman tongue better than she wrote it! ["H-Hai! Watashi wa misutou~ōkā fujindesu!"] Yugiri would reply in the Doman tongue! (Editor's note: Yes! I am Mrs Mistwalker)
A sense of drunken relief washed over the Shinobi, a TRUE sense of relief and relaxation. Finally, the company of a friend even if she could not remember the woman's face! She listened, her delayed reactions and expression persisted even as Renitra apologized if she had come across as rude, she went further to say that Yugiri didn't need to be drowning her sorrows in alcohol. Yugiri blinked in momentary confusion, to mourn a comrade...? Many comrades of hers had passed, some if one wanted to be technical....by HER hand. ["No, I do not mourn a Comrade this day....though I have lost many, this is not for them. This was for me. A stranger in a strange land, a strange place. No friends, no allies, no home and no way back home."] Yugiri would state her words steadily getting worse and worse as emotions began taking hold in her drunken state.
Yugiri blinked racking her brain the more Renitra spoke, the more memories were driven to the surface in her drunk haze of a mind. ["Doma Castle....F-forgive me...but I do not recall your face being present during the assualt. I ask...why do you mourn for Gosetsu-san? He did not die that day, when the Castle fell. He Escaped....alive by the grace of the Kami. With the Viceroy....who...had a change of heart after witnessing his bravery in defending her even after stabbing him."] Yugiri would ask quirking a brow, tail flicking back and forth, a soft 'tick tick tick' as scale tapped against the wooden legs of her stool. ["Hai....I remember all those things but I....I do not recall your face being among the allies who were with us those days."] Yugiri would say.
A pursed lip as her drunk mind tried to piece things together, people who claimed her life was theirs? Or perhaps she was claiming THEIR lives for herself? ["I will not....call you a liar. I will not say you did not experience these things. E-even drunk...I see the pain...the loss in your eyes. You truly lived through these experiences...you were there. It is curious....why I cannot recall your face...nor your name.
Yugiri blinked as Renitra began recounting an abridged tale of the Ala Mhigan campeign. ["A-again I must apologize friend....I do not recall being present for the Ala Mhigan resistance....my Lord and I were rebuilding the Enclave. A...hub of trade for the restoration of Doma and her peoples. You speak of Zenos....yet you have not seen him walk these streets? Openly, BRAZENLY as any citizen? I encountered him....no one seemed to know who he was! He was allowed to walk free."] Yugiri would mutter grumpily, if Renitra looked into Yugiri's eyes, she would find only sincerity in the young woman's words, not a hint of deception to be found....or perhaps she was so drunk that she believed her own crazy tale!
The crowd only got rowdier and rowdier, a break in the drunken patrons would indeed reveal at it's center, formed around the bar was a indeed a Shinobi of the Far east, of a world not of this one. Something was on her mind, green hues flitted from face to face, a cocky drunken grin spread across her lips, was this why so many chose to spend their time in bars in the West? a sense of comraderie and respect from these strangers....oooor likely just the alcohol talking. What Renitra took as the Shinobi blowing her off, ignoring her was actually the woman's drunken mind trying to catch up a process what was going on, things happened, and then several seconds later it would finally click in her head. The sound of the stool moving, a whisper very near her Aural, this person....they seemed to know WHAT she was, they called her a 'Shadow'! Intoxicated eyes stared at Renitra, the crowd cheering for more of the strange drinking Shinobi.
Yugiri continued to stare, once more it had seemed that Renitra had been ignored but it was still her mind trying to play catch up, her body however reacted before her mind could catch up when Renitra uttered a single sentence. 'Or has the crown tyrant and the viceroy broken you despite everything....?' Those words sank into her Aural, her fists immediately clenched, and before she could even think she had a mind to open her mouth to teach this disrespectful little girl a lesson! But....she promptly forgot WHAT she was about to do...then the words sand into her mind all over again just in time for ANOTHER distration, a tap on the shoulder, a piece of paper handed over, drunken hues scanned over the....sloppy text. Yugiri found herself...horrified by the sloppy penmanship! It was barely readable to her! A child could have written better in her people's tongue but her eyes fell onto one word.
One word was enough to pierce through even HER drunken haze, SCION! Her heart raced, thundering like the pounding of her Yol's wings during flight, her eyes kept scanning the message, deciphering more and more, this was her people's script....this was Doman writing! Yugiri's eyes widened, a soft gasp escaping her lips, surprished, shocked eyes looked up to the stranger in the yellow cloak beside her....something about her voice....that cloak looked familiar, ever on the tip of her drunken tongue but also out of reach! Any rational thought went out the window, Yugiri immediately responded in the fluent, graceful Doman Tongue! ["Y-you know my people's tongue! Are you one of the Scions!?"] Yugiri would ask, her words less slurred speaking her native tongue however....she was having trouble with the phonetics and inflections of the sounds needed to form the words of the Doman Tongue.
Yugiri's tail began whipping about behind her, like a spiked whip as intoxicated hues stared at Renitra, she was having trouble sitting on the stool, swaying back and forth now that the excitement of the Drinking games passed her by.
