Ridahne remained silent through the rest of the hurried walk there, and while everyone was chaotically trying to sort out what to do. She needed a moment to read these people. She'd had dealings with the Council of Seven Winds once before, briefly. She'd been called in to track down a known and dangerous murderer that had somehow escaped from imprisonment and was attempting to flee. Ridahne found him, of course, and the Council had briefly thanked her, paid her, and sent her with a tribute to her Sol for allowing the use of her eija. She did not have extended dealings with any of them, not like she had with the Court of Sols. Ridahne knew the manners and moods of all five Sols to some degree or another, but she did not know these people, their temperament, or their priorities. She needed a moment to sort them out. 

It seemed to her like they just wanted answers, wanted to know what had just happened in their own city. That was fair enough, and they had a right to understand what happened as best as anyone could. But Ridahne wasn't entirely certain they had a right to know who Darin was. Clearly, they had not heard enough information about her, or they would have called off all pretense and gone right to business. Or maybe that was the Azurei way. Maybe the Eluri were less direct in these things. At any rate, they did not give away that they knew, though they seemed to at minimum have a strong guess that either she or Darin knew something or were involved in some way. But Ridahne wanted them to come out and say it. She was about to stamp her foot on the floor and shout for silence, but the president quieted them all first and called order. 

Ridahne didn't miss a beat. "What do you want? It's the middle of the night, we'd both much rather be in bed, so what do you want with us? You can debate the identity of the Seed-Bearer all you like after we've gone, but you have us here for some reason or another, so out with it." Her tone wasn't hostile, but it was agitated and had a hard edge to it. She wasn't in the mood to play games and would much prefer if they'd just be more direct. Still, she wasn't about to play their hand too soon, and spoke in a way that could feign ignorance without outright lying.

It was like they hadn't even noticed Ridahne beyond being a second body standing next to the young human. Their eyes had mostly been on Darin, and since Ridahne had been quiet, she melted into the background until the moment she spoke. They looked at her, and of the group, two of their faces suddenly changed. One with a sense of shock and hesitant awe, the other with a cold horror. The second was the Azurei, a middle-aged man. Both he and the other could read ojih, and they read hers. Ridahne's eyes locked on the Azurei in defiance.

"We stand in the midst of a traitor to Azurei and her people," the man said icily, but with a fair measure of control. "There stands the Sol-Slayer." Murmuring broke out, but Ridahne groaned and rolled her eyes, clearly tired of this but resigned that it would keep happening.
"Fine, yes, I am she. The full tale is one I don't have the time or patience to tell you all now, though perhaps if I did, you wouldn't be staring at me like that. And forget apprehending me the moment this little soiree is over, kinsman. Do you think the Sota-Sol doesn't know where I am? I was banished, I did not escape. Even were you to tie me up and present me to her, she would not accept your gift. She knows my fate and is content. Let that be enough for you." Ridahne's words were so strong, and her will was so unwavering in this that the Azurei man fell silent, even though his mouth worked soundlessly for a while as he tried to think of something to say. She addressed the council as a whole now. "I didn't come here to assassinate anyone, in case you're wondering," she said sardonically, "We're just passing through and don't want any trouble. So again I ask, what do you want from us?"