Lillith commented on her distaste for the snow. It seemed to be the only thing that was a constant in these parts of Salvar. "Hah...You'd be mad to seek out Salvarian snow as a reprise." Amari said, amused.
Her eyes turned to Neko, who voiced his distaste for the food. Amari relaxed her composure, shifting to lean her shoulder against a nearby tree. "Depends where you go, The food I cook is quite delightful. Course, I could pull a rotted Apple from the garbage and it'd be considered noble dining in comparison to the swill that place served." Amari grinned, as she noted the smallest of smirks appear on Neko's features.
For the time being, the conversation, and company was amicable, but it wouldn't last. Lillith used Amari's name, and Amari winced. It didn't feel right, parts of her soul ached. Wishing to be known as Amari again, but the conditioning at the forefront of her mind held fast. "Let's just call me Red from here on out." She muttered, shifting her gaze sideward. She should have introduced herself as such from the start.
Lillith nodded, and continued with her reasoning for her 'vacation' into Salvar
Lye
The name fell from the geisha's lips, spoken with hate filled toxicity.
Amari's eyes grew wide with curiosity, then narrowed with a questioning glare. Soft lips downturned into a frown. She had not yet learned to hide her emotions, and was easily read by the Geisha. "Master Ulroké, huh?" Amari asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Pray tell, Lillith - why do you seek him? If you have a message, I'll be sure to deliver it." She paused, generally - this was where she was taught she would need to barter for the favour. Nothing came for free. Still, a favour owed had its charms. Amari was still attempting to read the woman, and asking for anything in return at this point would be foolhardy.
"Knowing him....he's probably killed your kin?" She paused, waiting for a reaction. Neko twitched. "Clan?"
She got the reaction she wanted, anger.
"I see." Came Amari's quiet response. Amari, unlike Lye was still rationalising whenever she killed. She did not do it out of amusement or boredom, nor even bloodlust. She didn't always agree with his methods.
"I haven't a clue what spurred his ire toward you. Perhaps you were in the wrong place, at the wrong time-" she offered Lillith a wry smile. "Or the right time, pending your feelings toward it all."
She pushed herself off the tree, and dusted the freshly fallen snow from her arms.
"Still, my master is a cruel man - I won't pry into your past. The past is worthless. Now, is it a message you want to deliver? See the man himself?"
Amari cocked her head to the side, eyes flashing dangerously, "or have you come to take your frustrations out on me? An uninvolved third party?"