For a moment, Kalaya is eight years younger - standing straight as Lin and another of his 'friends' bear down on her. Time has passed since they last fought, but memories like that fade slowly and the next summit between Lilly and Hyacinth presents another opportunity for revenge.

For better or worse, Kalaya still hasn't learnt how to run for a fight. Had she been alone, that day would have ended a lot worse for her. Fortunately, Snapdragon was also attending ...

The past and present blur and, at a half imagined flickering of movement behind Petony, Kelaya's hand almost twitches to her sword hilt before she catches herself.

[i]What am I doing?[/i]

Emotions roiling, she turns stiffly to the Priestess. 

"Is it?" she says around a dry mouth. "Is it an insult to you to stop her?"

The priestess freezes, eyes wide for a good few seconds before she stammers out a reply. Of course, the theology of beauty would support such a viewpoint - but but of course, she isn't a knight, so someone like Kalay-

"I'm not asking about theory ..." Kalaya cuts her off. A bit harshly, perhaps, but anger from the Legion battle is still simmering under her otherwise stoic exterior.

"I meant for [i]you [/i]... is this welcome?"

The priestess hesitates, but nods before shrinking into Kalaya's shadow.

Kalaya turns back to Petony. Her breath shudders as she crams the ocean back into a box. 

"I am in the wrong and apologise wholly for my actions, Petony-Phraya." Her head tilts down in a disciplined bow.

She'll hold that pose for as long as it takes for Petony to respond.

[I feel like I should give Petony a string on Kalaya here - but dunno how that works]