[quote=Kyara]
They arrived and Zarketh settled down next to Methuzar, flicking her tail at him playfully and craning her head round to look at his red-haired rider who ignored her, focused on her sewing. Tara sat down next to her and swatted at her dragon's head. Zarketh huffed warm air onto Yennefer and moved her head to Tara's other side, watching the humans with interest. 
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[quote=Nyxella]Leaning closer to the young woman next to her, she whispered, “and the food looks delicious, too!” Cairene tittered into a glove, and had properly turned to ask for a name, when she suddenly gasped. Without pausing to consider the woman’s personal boundaries, the Tamer of Vanity was off on her whim, stroking and admiring a handful of crimson. “Your hair... goodness, how that red shines!” She raked her fingers through it, picking at the locks, and speaking into each handful. “With some work, I can make that colour ten times brighter so it screams: ‘fire!’. Maybe add a little more volume to give it some lift without looking too thin. Go for that airy, flowy look,” her words came out fast, not allowing for a reply. “What do you think?” The question was rhetorical, of course, since Cairene was now helping herself to bigger and bigger handfuls, and fashioning them into piles around the side of the poor maiden’s head.
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The small plate of food she had collected was devoured quickly, she was a clean if not particularly dainty eater but at that point she hadnt eaten all day. Methuzar himself rumbled in gladness at finally having something in her stomach. The ache had been causing him some discomfort as well. Yennefer had frowned at that realisation, she wasnt used to taking care of anyone other than herself and the idea that the abuse and neglect she let herself suffer would actually damage someone else was.... frightening. It was in this frame of mind that she heard the new arrival to their circle without introducing herself. The woman looked like a dark and quiet sort, sensible. Her dragon however was the picture of hyperactivity. She bounded a little and presumptuously dropped herself down next to Methuzar's bulk, wriggling excitedly like a cat and paying Yennefer very close attention. The doctor would have been a little ill at ease with the very close and warm breath being puffed her way but Methuzar's complete lack of worry reassured her and she simply politely ignored the littler dragon as its rider swatted it away. She did give the Tamer a thankful smile before returning to her meal and watching as other Tamers came and went 

One very stunning pair arrived shortly after. Yennefer felt Methuzar's heart warm as his eyes gazed upon the beauty of Asmara, admiring her grace and poise with the platonic love of an art critic. She smiled at the rider, a quite similarly astoundingly beautiful woman in the prime of her youth and wearing an exquisite dress. It confused Yennefer greatly, was she not a Tamer as well? Surely she could see that her personal appearance was not of much importance here? Why take the trouble? Then again Yennefer had never indulged in beautification herself. She needed to look dependable and trustworthy, not desirable. 

Still she was about to greet the woman as her eyes came to land upon Yennefer, however her greeting was cut very short by clutching hands launching at her and running through her hair. Methuzar gave a surprised grunt of disapproval and his eyes snapped open to watch carefully as the red fur of his trainer was, to his mind, quite frightfully abused. The woman was gentle but in no way respectful of space as she twittered about the colour and texture animatedly and with obvious passion. Yennefer was struck slightly dumb by the unexpected assault and was still and quiet for a moment like a startled rabbit, giving a very confused but firm message of calm to Methuzar before he did anything drastic. However her face eventually relaxed and she laughed in a strained manner. To be honest the hands in her hair were rather soothing, even though she was a little overwhelmed by the sudden contact. She found her voice and replied to the woman's words in a warm and welcoming manner. 

[b]"F-fire you say? Well I suppose that would be quite fitting, but ah, I have never been a lady of refinement. Um, may I ask your name?"[/b]