greetings

Nephthys sauntered over to the group that followed Old Deuteronomy to the tire. Sweeping him an elegant bow, she stands proudly before him. "Greetings, Old One. You wear your years a little worse for wear." The brown haired queen was nothing if not blunt. That was something she inherited from her mother. In so being blunt, she turned squarely to Troubador. "Got yourself a new mate?" Her head indicated the elder queen he had been dancing with before, as her eyes swept the assembled cats. Most notable was the fact that Alarielle was missing. Her eyes came back to his in a challenge, her tail waving carelessly behind her.