For weeks she'd been dancing around the request, biding her time – stalling if you will, but it would appear that she could stall no longer with the inevitable. With a measured and relenting sigh she finally, finally agreed to meet Matsu's Master. It begged the question why he was so keen to meet her and what his motive was (because everyone has their own agenda, everyone wants something from someone) After all she'd spent fourteen of her life looking over her own shoulder and saving her own ass that her perspective has become jaded, trust never came easy with her.
The only reason she'd finally agreed to meeting Ovmar is because of Matsu – supposing that if Matsu could trust him enough to be her Master then she could at least accept his invitation hear what he has to say (even if she truly, truly does not care)
With her four legged companion prowling beside her she feels more at ease – untouchable. A man greets her at the door of the massive estate who's eyes shift wide and body going stiff when he looks to her left. She finds that reaction is not an uncommon one for most people when they come face to face with a tuk'ata – the look of surprise that is followed by the exhale of relief always had a way of making her smile.
With a tilt of its large head the tuk'ata studies the man, a low rumble of a growl building in its chest that brings an air of caution before resting a hand on his shoulder to still the beast. "Quiet now, there is no need to be impolite." The man still appears startled and at a loss of words as an amused smirk tugs at the corner of her lips. "I believe that Master Ovmar is waiting for me?"
It is all the prompting the man appears to need "Yes, yes of course – right this way Miss. Salazar." Ushering them both into the estate where she takes note of each time his gaze drops to check and make sure that her beast is still at her side and not about make him his next meal as he leads her further inside and down a long corridor. Ovmar has decent taste, if not slightly eccentric by her standards while taking note of every twist and turn the three of them make should she need to make a quick exit.
The study is impressive enough she notes as they are ushered through the doors, her gaze sifting around the room where she takes another note of all the doors, windows and vents in the room before her gaze settles on the man she could only assume was [member="Jared Ovmar"] himself. "Master Ovmar, Miss. Salazar is here to see you." There is no pause in her movements, a confident sway in her step as she enters the room like she owns it. "And she sure does hope you don't mind pets." Not that it would matter to her in any way if he did.
