The china tea set was out once again in the simple but functional kichenette that served as the Arrow's food preparation area. Two floors up in the Arrow tower, it gave a view to the street below Phoenyx had always found pleasant - if not picturesque - view from the windows. Something about being above the streetline was always nice to her. It felt... right, somehow.
The First Talon was... a little wary of her guest. She made no effort to hide that she struggled to understand the Moros Councillor at times. He was certainly intelligent, but there seemed to be no filter between thought and mouth. No follow through to the potential consequences of actions. His descriptions, while to him providing important context or useful anecdotes, always felt of little use to Phoenyx. Like she was forced to listen to a lot of redundant information and filter out that which she needed to know as a test of her observation. But it was equally clear that this was never Corn's intent - it was just his way. A completely different way - like his insistence on keeping a part-sleeper life.
He was a test of her social skills - not deliberately, but in her own mind. An area she knew was lacking, she had been working on for some time. And when he wanted to discuss actual defence skills, she was not going to refuse. From his messages, she had assumed he wanted to know about Magical defence.
It was certainly something she was curious to discuss.
She wore her hair up and a simple top with loose combat pants. Corn was nearly due to arrive.