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Ying's sudden arrival, (and her subsequent ducking behind her), had the horsewoman pausing, gently laying her hand on the artisan's own. "I am doing well. Thank you-" eyes went back to the war horsemen about to start a fight, "-do not worry. They will sort themselves out."

She wasn't sure what to make to make of her cousin's attention being on Ying however. It was either really good, (in the sense that likely nothing would happen), or really bad, (in the sense that she was to be judged).

It was nice knowing you Ying.

Maybe you were just too short, Senga. Or in this case, too slow.

There was just the slightest of pauses so that Senga could remember what he had just asked, then remember who he had just asked it of, and then the snarl was wiped from Shik's face. Replacing it was one of stoic disappointment - the look someone would give a pet to make sure it knew what it did was wrong; maybe trying to treat him like a bull wasn't the best idea since as far as the tan executioner was concerned, Senga was the one who needed to be tamed. Oh no, Shik wasn't going to get violent this time - he was just going to get even.

He tossed a glance over his shoulder. "Iyari, if you wouldn't mind holding her down while I deal with him?" he posed casually as Jay skittered to temporary safety by her. Then without warning a clawed hand struck out to grasp the pale horseman's hair and yank him along.

He was going to treat his fellow war brother with the same method he would have done to a rogue minipet - by rubbing his face in the mess he made so that he knew, without a doubt, that it was a bad dog.

Still not talking to Shaheen or listening - or well no. Hearing Senga might have expressed this idea, false or not, piqued Shik's interest. "In olden days, a glove or gauntlet to the face would have sufficed," he told him with the barest hint of wry humor.

Apparently, there were even more familiar faces than she had thought.



"Mmur", she nodded to the soldier with the warm smile, and put her hand on his shoulder. "I've been very well indeed, and I'm glad to see you again, my friend". Of course, her jaws were covered by the kerchief, but her fellow clansman should have been able to read her eyes. She felt great sympathy with him, and her sympathy grew even stronger after their instability portal experience. Mmur was the best of Famine, the one you could easily rely on without much hesitation.



Her brother was here, as well, of course. She simply hugged him instead of talking; did she grow a little bit sentimental under Mei's influence?



It was nice to see Shik around. In fact, Eisheth missed their battle training: Shik was a formidable enemy and a great tutor.



Another War horseman around wasn't that cheerful: in fact, this particular mare was stubborn and annoying, but nevertheless she was one of the best warriors Eisheth had met.



The alchemist also noticed the familiar massive silhouette and nodded to a very certain guardian.



Observing the audience gathered Eisheth also payed attention to a very familiar figure: female, and from what she could see, definitely a Famine'r, yet she couldn't recall seeing her around.... but she should clearly remember all Famine members!



Come to think about it, this Sage out there clearly required their dose of respect. Eisheth politely nodded to isi-Ngoma.



Last, but not least, her attention was attracted by a very certain War horseman. A very special War horseman, she would say. Eisheth winked at Iyari: they clearly need to talk privately... if the circumstances allow them to.

He stood near the back without saying a word, hands tucked into the draping sleeves of his robes, absently running his fingers over the bare skin of his wrist. Lifen had said there was a bracelet here, one with thorns, but it seemed like a vague memory, one that he had trouble grasping. It was all water under the bridge now, however, and he watched Medea with some wariness, still uncertain as to whether or not he trusted her fully or not.

He made his way towards the one thing he did trust.

"Lifen," he said, giving her a small smile reserved only for her, and giving a somewhat tight lipped smile at Soren as well, a nod to the rest, feeling oddly ill at ease.

Lan groused. Two tall people near her now.

He'd literally been tossed onto his rear by an unknown horseman, and left there, without a word of apology, a helping hand, or even acknowledgement of the misdeed. He gave the entire group of chaotic barbarians a scathing look, before pushing himself up to his feet and brushing his clothes off.

War Clan. They were like beasts in a cage, always trying to claw their way out.

The hand on his shoulder made him turn to look, and when he did, his face lit up in a smile. "Noni!" He whispered, all the aches in his body forgotten as she walked past. He followed like an obedient little dog, clinging to the only vestige of familiarity he had in this room. When she stopped beside a tall male, Bastion gave him a quick sizing up before wrapping his arms around his cousin's waist and pulling her back into a hug. His chin rested on her shoulder, and he kissed her cheek.

"I'm glad you're here. I was starting to get rough-housed." He gave the War Clan another dirty look, before turning back to his beloved cousin. Overly affectionate? Bastion's middle name. Possibly doing so on purpose..? Sneaky was Bastions second.. middle.. name.. he had a lot of names, okay.

Nergui had missed her cousin hitting the floor, but there was no missing the warmth of hands at her sides as he pulled her back in an affectionate hug. Familiar as it had been once upon a time, the priestess couldn't help the initial surprise or the resulting stiffness, but she did calm quickly. Patting his hand where it rested at her side as he leaned in to brush her cheek with a kiss. "Who dares?" She teased, following his line of sight towards the scuffling War horsemen. For a moment she could only stare, but an exasperated twitch of a smile soon followed. Senga was in trouble again, but she wasn't surprised. "Wreckless pup."

Of the members of war, Neru has only ever spoken to three, and only Senga could claim the priestess as friend. She didn't completely mind the loud mouthed Jabber jay, but she had to agree the entire lot of them are rowdy.