With fingers entangled with Descant's own, Dali too will prepare to rise as Drache does -- only, instead of setting aside the wine, she downs the contents of the glass swiftly. Waste not, want not. She would have simply brought it with her but last thing she wishes to do is accidentally slosh a drop upon any precious books she may soon be handling. It seems that it would be a swift way to get on the bad side of the Red. It was then that the cat strolled into the room, the feline gaining a curious look from Dali as it begins to speak. "A pleasure to meet you, Wanotreyx," she responds with a pleasant smile. "I believe I may have seen you before, in the tavern."
With introductions out of the way, she will follow Drache's lead through her labyrinth home ... and the colder it got as they moved forward, the closer she pressed against Descant to ward off the drop in temperature. "Their opinions will never change if we do not strive to help change them. If we give up ..." Slim shoulders give a small shrug. Oh, she is well aware of her advantage for acceptance, looking well and perfectly human ... but the population at large knew what she was by now and no longer looked at her in quite the same way. "From what Glenn has told me, there has been a bad history between Myrken and past dragons. It is still a fresh and painful memory for them. I think that your assistance in this matter will go a long ways in helping to change their opinions though. That is the wonderful thing about opinions. With some effort, they can be changed." Oh Dali, the glass is always full with you. Not half full. Full.
With the chiming of bells, Dali steps into the library after Drache -- very gratefully accepting the heavy cloak loaned to her. As the lights go up, the woman's eyes grow wide and round within their kohl framing. "Oh my ..." are the only words she is able to mutter. "I don't remember the last time I was given the chance to witness so many books in a single room." Descant had quite the library but this? This was Amazing with a capitol A.
"I think ... " she begins slowly. "We should compile what information we each know and have observed of Catch. See if any of that sparks something that will point us into a direction to begin our research." Fingers twitch, itching to touch all the volumes of knowledge crammed upon the shelves. Imagine all the old stories that are tucked away, hidden here and there among all the volumes!