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Eshe wasn't sure whether to agree with her sisters first statement or not, but quickly chucked it far from her. They switched topics anyway, and Eshe knew Bhreac had meant well by it... Eshe only wished she could adopt some of her sisters beliefs. At the same time, not doing so saved her plenty of grief she presumed.

As for telling her about them?

"I was first received by a guy named Luke. Get this: he has a blue nose." She stopped for dramatic effect, eyed her sister, and went on to say, "I'm serious! I've never seen anything like it in my life..." she didn't know what to think of that perceived anomaly, but that didn't matter much, because she had quickly gathered that "He's a really nice guy. Gets right to the punch and is very welcoming. The alpha female here is Harlyn, whose also really nice and welcoming herself. There was another with her... I... I can't remember her name... And..." And Riordan, who her sister now mentioned.

Seemed alright?

Eshe was already effectively smitten with the man... but also had no idea what she felt, or how to express it. "Yes, he was there, too, quieter then..." She paused, "But very nice, also, from what I know..." and the best thing since sliced bread. Eshe felt a strange sort of jealousy, then, as she looked to her sister...

Beautiful, honestly. There was no questioning it. Not only that, but she knew how confident Bhreac was in any and all situations. Why she felt this, she was not sure; she could hardly interpret the immediate infatuation she felt for either Scimitar or Riordan for what it was.

"There is Mordecai, too, who I haven't met yet." If he was like the rest of them, they'd do fine here.