[For all that other shard-bearers tended to find her rude or off-putting... the ironic (or sad) thing was that... Hayame didn't necessarily think she was being that way. If she were being disrespectful, she would just leave without bothering with conversation, and she certainly wouldn't return the bow. But she does. It produces a different sort of movement, one that involved a bend of the forelegs along with the dip of spine to make the difference in their heights lesser during the act, yet it is still the same sort of ingrained, practiced action of a woman (warrior) who has been doing such all her life.]

Well met, then, Marshal Gu.

[She thinks she's business-like and no nonsense. Straightening back up with a scrape of hoof on ice, she doesn't comment on whether it's easier to communicate face to face... but her face (hah) probably makes it clear what she thinks. Which is... that she hates communion. Almost as much as she now hates that magic using river weasel.]

You will find that most of the people here adore their magic. Be careful who you say such to, lest you find yourself with an unfortunate label.

[Look at her, mentoring the new arrivals. Her hoof scrapes along the icy floor in barely held back residual anger from the display in the courtyard, her fingers aching to grab that damned Tibbs and not the grip of her bow.]