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Entering the area where the dojo once stood, Truinthil hit the ground sideways, his feet digging into the ground and bringing him to a rough stop, tearing up the dirt as he practically skidded across the ground after having moved rather fast to get there. Once he had actually stopped and the dust had settled, Truinthil looked about in confusion. The being he had thought would be here was gone. Instead, only two women were nearby. Not very close, exactly, but within sight. Well. That's just great. I come to see if there isnt a fun snack around here and I find a couple morsels. Well...I havent met them yet. Maybe they are worth my attention. Maybe they will be worthy to join us, hmm?"

Standing up straight, Truinthil began walking at a stately pace towards the winged woman. She seemed the more likely to have a use. His walk, though, was not a typical one. Instead it was more of a saunter and an almost arrogant one at that. In ancient times there were vast numbers of formalities and whatnot that could be used for whatever appearance one wanted to have while entering a court of any sort. These formalities and behavioral codes were also for making impressions of varying natures. This walk, however, named Cat Crosses the Courtyard in ancient times, made his walk state that he knew where he stood in the world and nothing anyone could say, do, or be would change that. His back straight, but body loose as if help up by a string from his head, he sauntered towards the winged woman, a mischievious smirk on his face.

*Bell twists her head to view the on coming stranger. Her violet eyes sparkle with gold, her senses on edge. Licking her suddenly dry lips she straightens her skirt suddenly aware of its length. She moves a few stray curls from her eyes and sets her hands on her hips. Her ivory fingers drum the soft flesh of her hip as she contemplates the man before her. He seems confident and maybe even condescending. She flutters her wings as a chill runs up her spine. Silence hums a warning but Bell refuses to change her stance or move away.*

*Bell narrows her eyes in calculation. Griffin had warned her about talking to men; it would bring her own demise. Yet the thought of a good conversation and her curiosity for the world surpassed her will to obey her brother. Taking a step forward, she crosses her arms under her chest. The stray curls from before bounce with her movements and cover her one eye again.* I'm not sure about your purpose.. but my name is Bell Night. *Leaving her princess title at home as always, she felt more comfortable this way. She had refused to take her father's name and became the second generation of Eve with the last name Night.*

My status and worth should be none of your concern; neither should it be yours to judge. *Her eyes glint gold dangerously. She had been brought up a princess and spent most of her life talking down to men.* I'm looking for my mother. *She says hopelessly, when her mother wanted to let off steam she was near impossible to find.* Perhaps you've seen her? Her name is Kaiori?