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    After slinking around the Grey District for some time before she finally reached the entrance of the Nest, the outside nothing to really look at, but she knew it was needed to not attract attention. As she walked the streets, she garnered no attention seeing as she looked like a man, just the way she liked it. Arelia was excited to see who would be there, knowing full well that she would get to see her sister again whom she loved with everything she had. Feeling a bit theatrical, she shoved the door open with a bang, [color=00aeef]"Hoooooooney I'm hoooooooooooome!"[/color] she shouted before vaulting into the building and nearly tackling her sister out of her chair.

Sabina had only had a few seconds to even be aware her sister was incoming, managing to throw her arms up just before impact. The two women went over backward in a tangle of shrieks, giggles, curses, and flapping clothing to hit the floor with tremendous crash. Sabina managed to hook her sisters head under one arm in a headlock and began to rub her knuckles vigorously across the silvery blonde scalp.

    There was more laughing as Arelia tried to get out of her sister’s hold before finding that she would just have to tickle her sister’s sides to free herself. [color=00aeef]”Hey! Don’t go messing with the wig!”[/color] she exclaimed, still laughing while tangled in the limbs of her sister, [color=00aeef]”Now, where is that Sexy boss of our’s?”[/color]

    Finally managing to extract herself from limbs and cloth, she stood up and brushed herself off before helping her sister to her feet. [color=00aeef]”I know better than to tackle you now get over here so I can give you a proper hug, or be chased about until I get what I want.”[/color]

    Sabina drew her sister into the hug quickly, her arms curling beneath Arelia’s armpits and around her back so that she was lifted slightly off the floor. “It’s so good to see you. YOu don’t come visit enough.” 

    She slipped one arm out from under Arelia and waved it toward Valrel. “He’s right there, not a very good boy for hide and seek.”

    The sudden commotion shook the Dusthawk leader from his relative ease, giving his heart a jolt that he had been trying to subdue throughout the evening. Seeing the pair wrestle about and then focus their sights on him stirred a spurned irritation with the whole ordeal -- surely, wouldn’t such antics be better reserved for [i]after[/i] they had finished their meeting?

    Valrel cleared his throat forcefully, sitting up straight in his chair as he addressed the new arrival. [color=ffc125]“Ah, Arelia… I heard you’d be joinin’ us this evenin’,”[/color] there was a surly tone in his speech, though he tried his best to suppress it. [color=ffc125]“Good to see you in such high spirits. We’ll be needin’ ‘em, once I make my statement to everyone here.”[/color] He glanced around the room quickly, taking note of a few pairs of eyes fixing on him as he spoke. [color=ffc125]“Which I suppose should be happenin’ fairly quickly…”[/color] He muttered his last words, glancing down hastily at the scribbled notes laid out in front of him.

    Noting that he did not move closer, nor did he move away, Arelia practically pulled her sister along and yanked Valrel into a twin sandwich of a hug. [color=00aeef]”You know me, I have all the energy in the world,”[/color] she told the man as she and her sister gave him a tight squeeze of a hug. Boss or not, she really did like Valrel, he was a nice enough man to her and she enjoyed making him uncomfortable from time to time, and what better way to do that than to have both she and her sister hug him at the same time?

    [color=00aeef]”Now, business is a thing we must discuss and as much as I like to smoosh you with hugs that involve boobs, I know you need to get your thoughts together to get things moving. I think I’m going to go harass Riker for a bit while you do what you must.”[/color] With that said, she patted Valrel on the shoulder, gave her sister a kiss on the cheek, and headed off towards the assassin who seemed to love messing with people in a variety of ways. [color=00aeef]”How is my favorite Assassin doing?”[/color] she asked once she made her way over there, picking up one of the cups he had in front of him and sniffing at it.