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The kitsune shoves his hair behind his ears with a glare and goes back to sinking arrows into the target. Once his quiver is empty, he then retrieves them, checking each for damage as he gathers them up. If Kerobian doesn't want him to talk, then he won't talk. But it is obvious he is stewing in an angry huff.

Keva reaches for his gear then thinks better of it. With a sullen nod, he stomps off to the palace by way of the courtyard, where he does a quick wash up before running to the library.

Keva practically throws himself into the chair and sits there in silence, no longer glaring but still quite sullen.

Keva lifts a graceful eyebrow and shakes his head. "No sir, I do not. As caretaker of this realm I have a responsibility to make certain my guests are safe. I believe I am perfectly in my rights to be a bit pissed at you right now."

Keva sighs. "I know... I'm sorry. But I really was worried. It wasn't that I was trying to chain you. Usually you tell me when you take off so I honestly feared something had happened. Then after tearing my hair out looking all over fer ye I came back here to get help and heard Champhy joking around about how ye had tried to sneak a steak right from under her eyes. I guess I kind of lost it... shouldn't have raise my voice... but it sort of made me see red for a bit. So I went to the salle to work off my temper. Ye came back kind of too early... I was still pretty peeved."

Keva stares out the window for the longest time, then he goes to talk to Averus, but can't seem to find him. Finally he decides to walk in the garden, hoping that being outside will lift his funky mood.

He brings everything into focus just as what appears to be a rather expensive vase goes flying through the air, missing his brother by scant inches. "But Shia... darling... ye don't have to wear it iffin, you don't want to..." he cries ducking a series of shoes. A door slams and the sound of determined foot steps pulls Kero's eyes to the edge of the scene. Shia is standing there in an outfit that plunges clear down to her belly button.

"And what whore did ye pick this bit of garbage up from?" she demands testily.

"Well, I won't argue with how ye put it on... but it might be a tad more comfortable if you wore it correctly..." says Emnast trying to keep a straight face.

"What's wrong with how I put it on?" says Shia with a thunderous frown.

Emnast walks over to her and gently begins to lead her back to the other room. "You have it on backwards, Shia... " you hear him say as the door goes shut.