Hideaway Strath kabukimono

A wild Nyra has entered the chat lol

Patrolling, as usual, Nyra wound her way through the Strath, eventually glimpsing the forms of Ramesses and Satsu. 

From where she was, she could hear them conversing. Frankly, she wasn't trying to stay hidden at all, but if they didn't notice she was near, it wasn't any fault of hers. 
And with the air she held at all times, an aura of sovereignty, the Overseer came to them from the trees.

"I'm not Kynareth's guard. I am his equal, and I lead the Saints alongside him. As for not liking you, Satsu, I can assure you that's not true. I care for all of our members." 

Looking to the young girl, Nyra's golden gaze softened considerably. 
However, turning her eyes to Ramesses, those same hues darkened and could easily be considered murderous by newer faces. 

However, her scorching stare upon Ramesses didn't yet hold the promise of his death. It was, however, intended to be a clear yet silent warning: I'm watching you.

Back to Satsu, the soul-devouring acid of Nyra's stare once again sealed itself away.
"I hope that clears a few things up, yeah?" She inquired to the girl, swaying her tail in an easy motion to try and assure some sense of...comraderie, perhaps. Belonging.