After sending the cat out, Preza stood at her window and watched the snow fall. It was always cold, so she wasn’t really worried, but the cat-like woman shrugged on a long black coat and buttoned the heavy fabric over her bodysuit. No use in getting sick just because she wanted to look good. Wingull had seen it before, anyway. Well, as much as most people had seen.
The knock on the door made her tail flick in interest and she strode to it, pulling open the heavy wood and grinning at the man standing there. “Wingull,” she chuckled, taking in his dour-as usual-expression. “You look so thrilled to be here.” Without waiting for an answer she turned and closed the door behind her before sidestepping him so she was in the hall as well. Her eyes flicked to his sword and she lifted an eyebrow. “Oh, are we going to kill something? Should I get my spell book? I didn’t know this was that kind of date.”
Preza had appeared within the threshold of the door with a flick of her tail looking all too pleased that he had arrived. Her hair glistened a bit brighter than usual and was styled in the same way she usually wore it. The black coat his highness had ordered for her was snug around her body as the fur around the neck and sleeves would protect her from Auj Oule's cold frost. Although he would never admit out loud that it suited her he simply pushed the thought to the back of his mind.
"No need." Her question was instantly shot down as he adjusted his own coat slightly. There was no need for her to bring her own weapon along as he kept his strictly to be prepared at a moments notice. "You insisted on me taking you to a cafe in the city correct? Then let us be off."
