Aavi cocks her head to one side, using her left eye to regard Orisae closely. "Greetings to you too, madam."

Orisae inclines her head to you slightly before straightening her spine. "New to the city, aye? How has the weather been treating you?"

Chuckling lightly, Orisae "Bishop" Adesso says to you, "I've heard, on several occassions, that some grook dislike it and find the cold to be uncomfortable at best."

Aavi goes still for a long moment, the only movement the faint, constant pulsing of her throat. "Odd," she says, the multitonality of her voice giving the word a croaking rumble. "I hadn't noticed it at all."

"Lucky sort, I suppose. Still, being not one myself, I can only but go on what has been said to me." Orisae rolls her shoulders in a shrug before making a movement to ruffle her hair sheepishly. "Regardless, I hope that you enjoy your stay in the city."

Orisae runs her hand through her hair, twirling a silver lock around one of her fingers briefly before tucking it behind her ear.

"It must be the cloak," Aavi says as she absently slides her three-fingered hands over the sleeves of the robe. The digits leave an odd, shiny film in their wake, slightly darkening the lining of the garment. "It's quite warm." Aavi stares at Orisae again for a moment before dipping her snout in a slight bow. "I apologize for my lack of manners, ma'am. I'm Aavi, a Disciple of the Cabal."