Kaimyn looked up absently when Selena appeared. He'd noticed her long before she made her presence known, so the effects of her "sneaking up" had been...less than thrilling. Too bored to respond, he pulled a notepad out of his pocket and started jotting down notes, listening with half an ear to the exchange between Selena and Silver. He noticed as Silver's countenance went from discomfort to straight up loathing, and equally observed Selena go from casually nosy to downright trollish. It wasn't his business to begin with, so he didn't have the initiative to get involved.
Kaimyn casually closed his notebook, replacing it in his pocket. The tension between Silverthorn and Selena was thick enough to draw out of the air. He turned and smiled sweetly at Selena, ever the gentleman.
"Ah, Selena," Kaimyn bowed. "My apologies, my head must have been in the clouds. How long have you been here? I didn't even notice you standing there. I hope I didn't miss any important conversation." Here he looked back and forth between the two, outwardly oblivious to the near-argument that had just occured. But now he quickly stepped in to prevent Silverthorn from responding to Selena's last question.
"As for where we're headed; we were just on our way to have a private meeting with Wolfsong. I know how much you enjoy stirring up trouble, but I'd be careful what you bite off, especially when it comes to moderators of CAA Chat. Unless you'd like to explain all the details of the situation we just dealt with, and all the boring trivialities and formalities that go along with it? It seems we're to be...reprimanded...for causing damage to Wolfsong's beloved forest. Or something to that effect. Regardless, I expect it to be tedious and time-consuming."
Kaimyn rested his face in his palm, sighing deeply. There was nothing he hated more than tedious meetings, especially when they involved boring topics and a complete and utter lack of any form of action.
"I wish I could invite you to join us, but I'm afraid no one unrelated to the circumstance is allowed to attend this particular meeting. And frankly, I see no reason for you to want to tag along, unless you have a death wish..." then he added, "That is, death by boredom. You seem more like the type who enjoys adventure, perhaps a touch of danger or mischief."
Kaimyn smiled good-naturedly, a fun-loving light ever dancing in his eyes.
Cece whistled lowly when she saw the castle. Yeah, it was nice all right. She decided it wouldn't be very polite to point out that it wasn't the only one of its kind she'd ever seen. She had a feeling in this kind of situation, it was customary to be awestruck and gawk a little.
But really, she just couldn't take this whole royalty thing seriously. She wished Wolf was here to see these people playing prince and princess of CAA Chat, and better yet, right to the face of one of the moderators. It was priceless. But she figured it couldn't hurt to let them do their thing, as long as they didn't actually try to assert any kind of authority or whatever. Then Wolf would have to step in and work things out, and Cece knew how much Wolf hated having to put her foot down.
Cece whistled again when Dox jumped off the horse all fancy-like.
"Wow, Dox; that was pretty awesome," she said dryly, trying to pull of a sarcastic "I am in awe of you" voice. She let out a couple small laughs, but quickly brought it under control, ending it with a cough. What she wouldn't admit was, behind her facade of mockery, she was sort of maybe kind of a just a little tiny bit impressed. But Dox of all people didn't need that kind of encouragement. Instead, she put her hands on the horse's rump and propelled herself forward into the saddle, crossing her legs and shoving her hands into the single pocket of her hoodie.
Cece pulled a hand out of her pocket long enough to wave casually when Dia warped in. She wasn't surprised the dragon girl had made it. This was her kind of thing. Then it struck Cece.
"You guys aren't expecting me to dress up all fancy, are you?" Cece looked down at her less-than-formal hoodie and loose jeans, accompanied by scuffed up tennis shoes. "Because I wouldn't be caught dead in a ball gown. The most you're gonna get out of me is a jean skirt and t-shirt."
As she waited for a response from...whoever was in charge of this...her head jerked up, drawn toward the south. She scoured the horizon from her perch atop the well-mannered horse.
I sense trouble, she thought, trying to pinpoint where the wavelengths were coming from. I should probably go check it out.
But instead of doing the good, moderatory thing to do, she pulled out her cellphone, tapping a few keys. When she was done, she looked back up to her conversation.
Claec was headed for nowhere, with no objective in mind. It was one of those rare occasions where he walked down the street, looking like a perfectly normal individual to anyone who might happen to notice him. Well, except for his ninja garb, which still wasn't that unusual for Chat, considering Chat was an unusual place itself. The most unusual thing about the situation was that Claec was visible at all. Usually he was either all stealth or simply non-existent. But even out in the open, he gave nothing away. His face was completely obscured by his mask, and nothing in his walk or aura told anything about him. He was the epitome of mystery.
But then a less than mysterious buzzing emanated from him. Claec stopped, pulling his cellphone out. He read the text, his countenance unchanging. In a matter of seconds, he put the phone away and stared straight ahead.
"Another mission," he said in an emotionless monotone, almost more a declaration than an acknowledgment. "Long day."
In a flash, he was gone, leaving behind nothing but a thin wisp of smoke. This time, the shadows stayed where they were. By unspoken consent, it was understood that this was a solo mission.