Red, Black, Gold [Sirsa Leadership]

The stale air palpably shifted with the flow of power; a hand from out of sight dragged what little shadows were present into one place like puppets on strings. The room seemed to radiate in greater brilliance if only in opposition to the amalgamated darkness. The cat turned to see, her eyes glittering with curiosity. For what once was barren space now beheld a new guest... It was not the proper owner of the household by gender alone; Sassy knew that much. She had seen Dayālu Seishin through another's eyes, and remembered the dark hair and thin figure of a young upstart. Before her stood a wildly different individual, resonating on an entirely different level. That meant...

She was nothing if not proud to show off her form in response to an invitation. While she had the woman's attention, she was nothing if not candid with herself. She fully faced her proper, spreading out her stance to pose in a way that hid nothing about her appearance: Sassy bore a rich tan not one shade too dark nor light, on a body that was plump in all the correct places, yet considerably still slender in a feminine way. It was something of an womanly ideal, to be honest, and easy to drink in with what little was there to cover her. What clothes she did wear were of the bare minimum amount of white cloth, strapped to her body with golden ornaments and dark wires—there was an Egyptian influence about the entire thing. A black mat of short hair was long enough to tickle her shoulders, becoming more unkempt the further down it fell. But it was the... ears of a cat that stood out most here. How quaint.

"Sola Azerith, Queen of the Sirsa Lands, as you can tell from my audience outside." Emanating confidence and pride where once there was uncertainty, Sassy's image changed completely while she was meant to present herself. And so she dared to be direct with the stranger. "You are not the undying one... Hohhh... that must mean you're the owner of that ugly monument outside?" Part innocence, part treacherous, she definitely knew what she was saying and how she was inflecting it. The rallying of people that once belonged to her backed her up, bolstering her attitude. Perhaps a part of the real Sola inside of her was leaking out because of them.

But at the least, she was conscious enough of that to dial it back a step or two. Sassy's expression grew more innocent, in tandem with her body becoming more relaxed. She was happy enough to explain her reasons for being here. "Well... actually, you can call me Sassy. I'm just a cat, you see. An innocent cat. Buuuuuuut I'm also the keeper of the old Queen of this place, so that means I have some business here." She shrugged and smiled, trying to figure out the best way to communicate such a complicated matter to someone without a clue to how her eternal partnership worked. Non-traditional, and unique, there was no going by the books for it. "I'm supposed to just be a vessel for an ancient and evil lady, who once ruled this place, but stuff happened and she got kicked out for a while. Fixing that has been a huge problem... And it looks like things are still a mess."

Referring of course to the trouble most likely caused by the person in front of her. It was wrong to assume, so she was taught, but to Sassy it seemed a little bit obvious. The real question here was... where is Dayālu? Progress could really only be made in the way Sassy was okay with if she could talk with him. She did not want to stage another coup, as Sola within her was urging her too. But actually... if leadership had changed hands by now, that made things a lot more difficult now, didn't it?