[hr][center][@Gordian Nought] [color=598527]Markus[/color][/center][hr]Reflexively, the ranger raised his hand behind his head whilst Egil again nursed the expired traveler's corpus, scratching a goblin of confusion below the occiput of his remembrance as he fully gleaned Anala’s hail. The toll of morale and physicality haphazardly appeared to be appraised ever higher with this impending Sorceress from Sithicus, noting this bizarre friendliness to all here, though most claimed as strangers.

Markus indeed knew her. Yet, one’s celebrity does not easily recollect conversely the swarm thronged upon them.

A price she might have to pay, if not deceptively negligent. Bequeathing to the royal rider’s request, the gypsy, with crumbling steps, hopped off the writhing wormy vehicle, with mirth oozing between the Vistani's softly gritted teeth. Bowing his spine with maddening glee afore the regal figure, while bending his left knee, the merriment within the smile smoldered slightly. A veneration of incense that once fumigated his stance under the scattering daylight now erupted into a respect only few were privileged prior. 

[color=598527]“It is fate, that brings us, Lady Attor. For what do we owe your Heiress the pleasure?”[/color]

The enveloped adoration suddenly and swiftly erected the man to both feet, not lingering to sample a reply, foiling against the towering chaos of the looming trickster and the moldy mountain of bugs nearby, and striking those perceptive enough with a fleeting esteem reminiscent of an odium masked.

[hr][center][@Zverda] [color=thistle]Anala Attor[/color][/center][hr]The woman's eyes moved to Markus, a flicker of recognition and then glee flashing through her eyes. [color=thistle]"Markus!"[/color] she exclaimed delightedly, sliding herself from her mount to embrace the man, [color=thistle]"It has been too long! How have you and your people been?"[/color] While she did not like many people, she loved the Vistani and their ways, she was pleased to see a familiar face so far from her home.

[b]"Young Mistress,"[/b] her man servant, Sebastian, started in shock, only to be waved off.

[color=thistle]"It is just fine Sebastian, I know this man,"[/color] she stated before turning to the others, [color=thistle]"My name is Anala Vishtar Attor, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance and uh... sorry about the mess."[/color]

She offered a sheepish smile to those who had been in the way of the Howler's rather violent end before looking at the Unnamable and giving him a wink, her sheepish smile turning into a sly one. Turning her attention away from the male, she changed her focus to Egil and Talran before wrinkling her nose and used a bit of her magic, Presdigitation was a wonderful thing to know.[hr]