[Nessani Kemenlo]

She was familiar with the room and waiting expectantly when Musif entered. His point of entry had been missed the first time she had stood waiting in this same spot, but this time, she was watching diligently for his arrival. Her hands were clasped at her waist, holding one another firmly to keep from wringing them in nervous anticipation.

A smile crossed her lips as he entered, the look of pleasure spreading across her features as he voiced the compliment. She crossed the span of the room as he moved to sit, going first to his side. A butterfly soft kiss was left on his cheek.

"My apologies for interupting your brightening, father. Thank you for seeing me."

Her legs folded beneath her, depositing the gypsy into a tight bundle on the floor at his feet. Her hands fiddled nervously with the hem of her dress as she pondered how to say what she needed to. Should she ask permission? The thought was considered carefully before being discarded. Musif was a fair and just man. He would understand, she decided.

"Father, the time has come for me to leave Arakmat for a time. My heart is saddened, but my previous obligations require me elsewhere... for now."

She paused, letting her words sink in before she continued.

"These same obligations will bring me back - though even if they did not, my heart would." She gave him a soft smile. "Before I left, I wished to speak with you regarding the task Anora has set before me. She wishes to start a spice trade enterprise and is in need of a warehouse for her goods. The second thing she's tasked me with was finding caravan drivers for the route.

"I'm aware that both of these are rather mundane requests and might be found by equally mundane means, but there is also an opportunity to be had here. A caravan would give excellent cover for people of... our profession... to travel into and out of other cities without suspicion. Anora, of course, knows nothing of the 'family'... It is my desire to offer something back to the family that has given me so much over the past few cycles. Even if it does not fit your needs at this time, I at least wished to bring it before you."

She stopped, her eyes dropping uncertainly to the hem where her fingers toyed with the cloudy blue fabric. The Air'riela was normally full of herself and confident, or at least put on a good show of it, even when she was not. Something about the 'father' of the guild managed to strip her of that facade.