It was an oddity for certain that while on the veranda out back overlooking the inner courtyard of the stable, Kavala felt the mood of Sanctuary change. There was always an overlying peace to the place, one that tended to calm and sooth. It was a rare place that could act as two things so inherantly that seperating out where one began and the other ended became near impossible, but that's what Sanctuary was. It was first and foremost a healing center, a place for animals and kelvics to take their rest and be treated with the care an dignity other clinics designed for more sentient creatures offered.
Along with being a healing center, Sanctuary was a boarding breeding and training stables for horses. Raiha also kept a mews for raptors overlooking the courtyard so the place sheltered far more than horses. On any given day kelvics wearing foxskin, bearskin, feathers, and cheetah spots roamed the grounds. Most of them were male, sheltered from otherwise dangerous and unsavory work in mines. Two Konti sisters, one Akontak, a scattering of Akalak, and assorted kelvics also called it home.
So when the mood changed, Kavala went to immediately go find out why. She passed through the inner doors of the examination room and out into the waiting room that was also considered something of a reception area. There were large comfortable seats to wait on while patients were worked on, and one solid wall was painted in a mural of sea and sky meant to mimic the Sea of Grass. Kavala was very quiet, but she needn't have bothered. An Akalak and a Konti were making free use of her reception area and deep into discussion.
Kavala studied them both intently. They were so focused on each other that it barely left room for a grand, or perhaps in her case not so grand, entrance. The situation suited Kavala just fine. She felt the shift in energy and the change in atmosphere as quickly as it happened and knew they had visitors. She just hadn't expected two, nor both to be so vastly different.
The healer watched both cautiously, especially the Akalak. The Konti was no threat, not if she stuck to the nature of her whole race. She was perhaps more polite than she ought to be given the nature of the Akalaks, but Kavala could give her some private pointers on dealing with them in particular later. She looked fresh off the Island, which amazed Kavala that she'd made it this far unscathed. Riverfall was a considerable distance from Mura, and that in itself was a task not to be underestimated. It told Kavala that the younger woman was resilient or very very lucky. Each trait was admirable and useful in their own way.
But the Akalak was another story altogether. He looked like he'd been on the road too long because there was a certain feralness about him that drew her other gift. Kavala had no talent with people. They were as dark to her as the night. Instead, animal emotions and bestial mindsets were where her talent lay. Looking at the AKalak she knew before to very long he'd be forced to wear tattoo's on his face and call himself Cerulean without some serious help. It was what happened to all the Akalak that didn't allow their second souls to naturally develop and come forth normally as equal partners to their already forward brothers. She could sense the bestial nature of the Akalak's second soul which was not a good thing at all at all if it set off her inner sight which was geared towards animals not men.
Not sure how he would react or if he would at all, Kavala did the first thing that came to mind. She quietly crowded his space without saying a word and simply let him respond rather than pick the wrong greeting and set him off. She'd already witnessed him use a similar tactic on the other Konti, letting her respond rather than opting to initiate any social niceties. Kavala knew Akalak males and had dealt with some of the nastier ones throughout her stay here in Riverfall. She wasn't sure if this one would react immediately or in what form that reaction would come, but it was a good first test to see if he'd be safe enough to keep around her facility if he did indeed want instruction as she'd overheard him saying. And truth be told, it was the same method she used in dealing with stallions of dubious nature: present them with a scenario and let them react to test character.
And so, almost silently, the konti stepped forward. What both would see was a lithe woman dressed in a sleeveless white tunic, black leather combat pants, a wide black belt, matching boots, and a weapons harness that stretched across her torso. Knives hung from the harness as well as a dagger from her belt. There was a belt pouch that looked like it held almost anything as well. Her hair would be pulled back, like a child's, to spill down her back like a wave of white silk impatiently cast aside.
Unlike the younger Konti, her skin was not flawless. Its markings weren't noticeable immediately until one looked really close. Her skin was etched, as if by the finest of knives in what would have to be an incredibly painful experience. It gave her a slightly unreal appearance, especially to the trained eye. Someone who knew daggers and knew what they could do would understand that this Konti had been carved up most likely forcefully. She wore a thick bracelet on her wrist, an Undanus, that denoted she was one of the breeders the Akalak kept on hand to service their reproductive needs. But otherwise there was a quiet fierceness to her that seemed to radiate stoic determination and a sense of 'I'm in charge' that left no question she either worked here or was otherwise someone of note.
Kavala, however, didn't look afraid. She didn't even look particularly annoyed. Instead, Kavala looked patient, as if she could stand there all day quietly without notice. She let them both talk while she waited. Sooner or later one of them would notice her and then she'd quietly interrupt at that point though not before.