"Are you looking to be my friend, Peony?" The words were spoken low with a stroke of velvet and a clear looking over of the tiny blonde with a lascivious gaze as Ianthe rose, revealing her six feet of height. She reached out to catch Peony's chin lightly with her bone hand.

"You don't have to answer that now. Enjoy the festival. Sate your zadza to keep the monster that lurks within at bay. Learn how the people of Rubilykskoye exist and find a way to contribute." Ianthe then let go and cast a look across the way.

"After my personal business concludes on the day after the festival ends and my vacation ends, we can find the best way to apply your particular skills."