Yuzuki remains in her ready stance as the Griffins descend towards them. Keep yourself calmed, she tell herself over and over in her head. She hasn’t had a good time, and her nerves are pretty shot by this point. Her fingers flex around the handle of one of the katana blades sheathed at her hip, the scabbards clacking together softly as she turns slowly. And as she turns, she catches sight of Genessa then advancing. Yuzuki is sudden in changing her stance, turning herself to face Genessa then. At this point, she almost feels like the field mouse. Skittish, fearing a hungry cat at every turn to suddenly be right over her. She doesn’t know on what front she needs to defend first.
As Anne speaks, Yuzuki relents slightly. She relaxes her stance, standing once more to her full height, her hand remaining upon the hilt of her sword. She looks so briefly in the direction of her comrades, ensuring they are alright at this point. Yuzuki’s attention turns in the direction of those that dismount the Griffins, not really recognizing any of them. But the way they carry themselves, how those of the lands react to them… they are important people. But perhaps as the others do, her eyes fall upon the Barbin. And those eyes widen a little as she sees him at his full height once he is off of the Griffin.
“Uwa” she utters softly in astonishment at the sheer size of the Barbin. The Barbin of the village did have slightly more mass to them than herself, but this one… he’s just a beast of a cat… person.
Field mouse, indeed.
But despite the fact that Barbin could probably snap her in two if he were to get his claws on her, she begins an advance on him once he seems to start towards Grimm. Fortunately she only takes a couple of steps before she ‘hears his voice’, her amulet allowing her the translation of his words. She lets out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding, visibly relaxing now.
Denaro Orlock… Roanar… she says the name in her head a few times in an attempt to memorize them. When dealing with ‘important’ people, it’s often little things like knowing names that keep them from scrutinizing you to much. And speaking of… she looks towards Burton out of the corner of her eyes as he speaks. She was aware of some kind of rivalry, rather she sensed a certain tension here. But she had thought it her imagination.
“If we’ve a choice, it might be wise to hang onto whatever weapons we might have.” She says softly, then she looks towards Anne, and then Benjie.
“And most especially your ghost weapons. Such things have been put to the wrong uses since the moment I came here.” Being on the business end of the guns on more than one occasion and all.
As the separate groups begin to acclimate, the Princess and her companions stand away from the group. She has studied enough on Stranger to be able to approximate what sort of eras these beings might have come from in their own worlds. Mostly judging by how they are dressed. She
thinks should could put together a timeline of where in history they are from, in relation to one another. But as she watches them, the look on her face is of disinterest. Perhaps genuine disinterest.. but then why would she come here? No, she is interested in these beings. She always has been. And now times have been made even more unusual (in her mind), considering just how many Strangers have emerged all at once. It is almost… unsettling. As if there were some grand scheme afoot. A thought her Highness would never voice out of the blue, but keep such suspicions to herself. Roanar greets Grimm respectfully, and as if taking that as her cue the Princess moves forward towards the group. Her steps are measured, even her very stride seeming to have an edge of elegance to it. Her handmaiden and personal guard move behind her, never stepping ahead of her. And as she approaches the group, her dark eyes move from one to the other in order. She stops a moment before Harry, looking over his attire a moment before moving on. Her eyes then move to Burton, noticing he is clad in an outfit he could have gotten at one of the settlements. But she is still able to recognize him as a Stranger. Perhaps by the way he carries himself, or how he uses words. For a moment she stops before Benjie, not looking at his attire, but looking into his eyes. She narrows hers a moment as she watches him, and then she moves passed him. Her gaze, however, remains upon him as she moves.
“Count Orlock.. good Embassador… welcome.” She says softly as she looks towards the two of them. She bobs in a curtsy to them both, her head dipping down slightly as she does. She stands fully then, her head tilting up a little to look towards Leonidas. He is… a very muscular man. And primitive (by Earthen standards), judging by the way he dresses. Or.. lack of the way he dresses. Her gaze lingers on him a moment more, and then she turns her attention to Anne and Yuzuki. The moment the Princess looks towards them, Yuzuki has taken a step back and bowed at her waist, her hand moving from her sword. The Princess moves towards Anne, nodding to Yuzuki. Stopping before Anne, she holds out her hand as she speaks.
“The weapon you hold, I would inspect it please.” While she is ‘asking’, considering who she is it could be interpreted as more of an order.
And now the ‘threat’ seems to be gone to Niji. Grimm conceals his ‘prize’ from Niji’s eyes and nostrils, so the all clear is given also. Her front hooves stomp a few times as she playfully pushes at the child before her, causing him to giggle as he stumbles a few steps back. It’s then that the unicorn prances in the direction of the group, in the direction of Yuzuki. She slows her pace when her head tilts up suddenly and she lets out a loud snort from her nostrils. Her dark eyes linger on Genessa, and then Count Orlock himself. She stares at the Count intently as she lets out another snort, and then changes the direction of her trot abruptly. She puts a little more space between herself and the Orlocks (both the Count and Genessa), just out of caution. While they don’t pose a threat to the unicorn (which she could be easily convinced of), the fact she is unsure of the strangers (the Orlocks) makes her cautious. Niji comes up right beside Grimm and Roanar, nickering softly as she does so. It’s a soft nicker, a soft vibrating like sound with her mouth closed from her vocal cords. Given the tone and strength, it’s a greeting most likely. Her head leans down as she brushes her side up against Grimm and Roanar, her dark eyes looking in Harry’s direction. In her head she thinks… Say.. those are very nice and shiny buttons on your coat… and they look just delicious..