The Kelvic's fury ebbed away gradually as the Isur averted his flushed gaze, she even managed to brush off Kaie's provocative comment in an uncharacteristically nonchalant fashion. Although Ardea was no longer irate, Jervis' comment had vexed her. Would your reaction be any different if I were a man? Wrestling down the spiteful retort than balanced on the tip of her tongue, she resorted to simply raise one rather unimpressed eyebrow at the back of the man's head.
"That's alright," she replied tersely.
The nude woman's copper eyes moved to the cassock which he so willingly offered forwards. For a brief moment, the Kelvic wondere why he had placed trust in her with such ease, after all, he had just turned his back on a woman that he now knew had the ability to turn into a wild beast at any given moment. Should she accept the clothing? A long moment went by where she sincerely considered passing it up in a tenacious protest against foolish human customs. Besides, she would undoubtedly have to shift again once they crossed blades- or claws- with the thief. However, for Jervis' sake, she removed the cassock from his secure grasp.
"Thank you," she murmured, more softly than she had intended. Ardea gingerly slipped on the cassock. It wasn't her style, but evidently her exposed body was too much of a distraction for the Isur and they needed to focus as much as possible if they were to seek out the proposed kidnapper. Casting an imperceptible sideways glance at the Myrian, Ardea turned her attention back to the issue at hand... This... Woman?
Not that she was particularly interested in Kaie's former prey, gods knew she didn't need another petching person to have to place some form of trust in. No, Ardea would have been much more content with the woman gone back to wherever it was she came from. But Vanari seemed to trust her and if the woman could help find the Pycon, then it was surely worth tolerating her for a few chimes. Releasing a drawn-out sigh, the Kelvic padded towards Vanari and the woman. Her dispute with Kaie had been mostly forgotten now that this new being was here. The kelvic supposed that the Myrian woman liked this Ethaefel about as much as Ardea did, which was not at all.
Suddenly, Ardea became aware of another animal amongst them, her nostrils flared as she drank in its scent. In one jerky movement, she twisted and stared right at the horse. Just as she began eyeing it hungrily, a predatory glint in her darkened eyes, Vanari's words reached her alert ears. Grudgingly removing her glare from the animal, Ardea looked over at Vanari, who was standing over some sort of feathered creature. Swiftly forgetting the horse, Ardea moved towards the bird, watching vigilantly as the Vantha cut a slit in the bag.
Her mind wandered slightly, eyeing up the bird and trying to determine whether or not it would make a decent meal- perhaps with that salt. Wait... Salt! The kelvic's friend seemed to have the same realisation. A message?
"Did you see anything?" Ardea questioned, already primal adrenaline was beginning to flow back into her veins. Anticipation brimmed at the edges of her thoughts, soon, her teeth would sink into the vulnerable flesh of the thief's form. Petch, she could already taste the salty blood on the tip of her tongue and it served only to make her crave the satisfaction more.
"That's alright," she replied tersely.
The nude woman's copper eyes moved to the cassock which he so willingly offered forwards. For a brief moment, the Kelvic wondere why he had placed trust in her with such ease, after all, he had just turned his back on a woman that he now knew had the ability to turn into a wild beast at any given moment. Should she accept the clothing? A long moment went by where she sincerely considered passing it up in a tenacious protest against foolish human customs. Besides, she would undoubtedly have to shift again once they crossed blades- or claws- with the thief. However, for Jervis' sake, she removed the cassock from his secure grasp.
"Thank you," she murmured, more softly than she had intended. Ardea gingerly slipped on the cassock. It wasn't her style, but evidently her exposed body was too much of a distraction for the Isur and they needed to focus as much as possible if they were to seek out the proposed kidnapper. Casting an imperceptible sideways glance at the Myrian, Ardea turned her attention back to the issue at hand... This... Woman?
Not that she was particularly interested in Kaie's former prey, gods knew she didn't need another petching person to have to place some form of trust in. No, Ardea would have been much more content with the woman gone back to wherever it was she came from. But Vanari seemed to trust her and if the woman could help find the Pycon, then it was surely worth tolerating her for a few chimes. Releasing a drawn-out sigh, the Kelvic padded towards Vanari and the woman. Her dispute with Kaie had been mostly forgotten now that this new being was here. The kelvic supposed that the Myrian woman liked this Ethaefel about as much as Ardea did, which was not at all.
Suddenly, Ardea became aware of another animal amongst them, her nostrils flared as she drank in its scent. In one jerky movement, she twisted and stared right at the horse. Just as she began eyeing it hungrily, a predatory glint in her darkened eyes, Vanari's words reached her alert ears. Grudgingly removing her glare from the animal, Ardea looked over at Vanari, who was standing over some sort of feathered creature. Swiftly forgetting the horse, Ardea moved towards the bird, watching vigilantly as the Vantha cut a slit in the bag.
Her mind wandered slightly, eyeing up the bird and trying to determine whether or not it would make a decent meal- perhaps with that salt. Wait... Salt! The kelvic's friend seemed to have the same realisation. A message?
"Did you see anything?" Ardea questioned, already primal adrenaline was beginning to flow back into her veins. Anticipation brimmed at the edges of her thoughts, soon, her teeth would sink into the vulnerable flesh of the thief's form. Petch, she could already taste the salty blood on the tip of her tongue and it served only to make her crave the satisfaction more.
