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qiao tested the wintry air; only her scent, and the collective few around them. so far, the consort had been silent — qiao took the time to silently study them. 

again the mention of owners. qiao’s gaze flickered to ramesses idly - she had lived long enough to know this meeting’s conclusion. you will die in the cold. qiao interjected, having noticed the brittle wisps of hair which uselessly clung to the creature’s pelt. even the strange skin of red that cloaked him was no match for the elements. 

perhaps cruelly, qiao wasn’t concerned about this thing dying of exposure; she was more interested in seeing this meeting end, so she might slip quietly away unnoticed and scout this man’s palace later.