Originally Posted by
Callos_DeTerran
Genoveva
The Primera shakes her head as she begins to amble away the two towards the palace of the third Espada. Her own business required a certain speed for the message getting out, to ensure it got around before Genoveva's attention shifted from the idea. Her attitude was a bit whimsical in that regard.
Of course, then the Cuatra had to arrive and make things so very much more interesting.
"Aléjandro, how interestin' to see ya in these parts. I was gonna be sendin' a message out to ya soon enough. What brings yer august presence down among us folk?" she drawls out in that uncultured dialect of hers, "Creepie-crawlies eatin' up yer books?"
If anything, she's seems to have forgotten the presence of the Privaron even as her fox-like face looks over her shoulder towards Aléjandro.