Hoshor Plains the wind shifts

She grew proud Inna began to speak more, especially to prove herself to the Count. The more to the group the better, as she was one that preferred the comfort of those around then the silence of the night. Lately the shadows have been scaring the poor girl, and enjoyed the comforting sounds of others talking. She was smiling passerby while watching the two, and nodding back to Ira.

"Can do."