#windbeneathmywings

Evelyn's gaze had been on the fights, eager to observe each spill of blood dripping down the lips of those within the tall cages, designed to accommodate wings and those creatures that might be able to climb the cage itself. Of course, this fight was not so extrodinary, two werewolves going at one another, half shifted they clawed and bit at one another. Presently one starting to bleed heavily from a bite upon his bicep, much to Evelyn's pleasure.

She was smirking over this when the whispers of one of her guild member's came to her ear. An emissary had stepped into the establishment earlier and had made their way to the cages. There was no hiding it now, not when Evelyn's eyes sought the audience and caught the dignitary quickly. She had already seen the bloodshed, seen the vulgarities of the fight and had likely passed other's on her way in. Nothing lacked consent, all who came to the club were doing things of desire, but that didn't mean that they'd have been allowed in most of the kingdoms.

Evelyn stood from her own chair, in her own booth and made her way through the crowd, a series of guild members following her, staying close by, while other's watched from a distance. She would not be left unseen but she couldn't very well speak with the woman with a guard on either side.

"May I sit with you?" Evelyn asked, to be polite but not waiting for the response as she took her place beside the emissary, close to the viewing of the fight that had, in the few moments it had taken for her to walk over, been concluded, the werewolf who had been bleeding out getting carried off to have someone attend to his wounds. "Did you enjoy the fight?" she asked, hoping the gauge the woman's opinion before choosing how she would interact with her.

Great Winds Beneath My Wings by XUEMO

Sun beamed down on the streets of the trade district as Tajhana's embroidered slippers wandered past other's working, shopping or preparing for the festival. It was one of her favourite events of the year, a beautiful day within the town contrasting the dark events of the night. The intensity of the shift allowed for an intensity of emotions and Tajhana always found herself with people open to having their futures gazed into.

This year, with the emissaries however, Tajhana could not simply stake her claim on a space and decide it was hers, everything was far more organised and she knew she would need to register for a small stall to put up her tent and table. So far no one seemed to mind the formalities of it all, perhaps blinded by the offer of money on the table from each emissaries kingdom. Tajhana herself did not need it and had simply come to get an area within the trade district where the festival would be assigned to her, waiting patiently in line as people before her made their cases to various potential emissaries.

When she finally reached the front of the line surprise crossed her expression, brows lifting ever so slightly while long fingers adjusted the myriad of gold chains hanging from her throat, between the loose fitting bold deep magenta fabric of her dress. "Selene?" she asked, high shift to her voice as she tried to believe what her deep brown eyes were seeing.

"I feel a distracted seer that I did not see your arrival in town," she lightly commented of her own shock.