With her suitor seeming to lose interest in her, choosing instead to speak of a 'wild beast' other than the one she was interested in discovering a whole lot closer than the Misty Isles, Astrape quickly grabbed her sister by the arm and dragged her towards one of the unoccupied booths set into the back wall of the bar. Forcing the boisterous girl down into one of the seats Astrape dropped herself down on the opposite side of the table and glared over at her sister menacingly.

For the next few minutes the two held a tense and terse conversation consisting entirely of whispers and gestures which had all the patrons at the surrounding tables quieting their own interactions as they leant closer to listen in on the snatches of speech they could hear.

[color=bc8dbf]"...and what about that dryad?"[/color] [color=6ecff6]"He had a very appealing trunk..."[/color] [color=bc8dbf]"[sub]...I bet he did...[/sub]"[/color] [color=6ecff6]"You needn't take that tone with me, or do I need to remind you about that piccoloist?"[/color] [color=bc8dbf]"...you wouldn't..."[/color] [color=6ecff6]"She was rather skilled with her mouth, wasn't she..?"[/color] [color=bc8dbf]"You promised never to bring that up!"[/color]