[When the figure emerged from the shadows, they were in the middle of the story and one of those present turned towards him to regard his approach. She was dressed in a heavy hooded robe over a yukata, and around her throat was a high-collared mantle that looked a little ill-suited for the outfit. Really, the cloak and mantle didn't fit the rest of the outfit at all and she looked like she had a bit too much cloth.]

Only a gathering for the moment. Only a tradition for the day. Traditions that have always been here come and go, seemingly like ghosts on a whim.

[She reached up at the catch of a breath, clutching a choker over the mantle with a gem on it, seeming to steady herself. She was clearly about to introduce herself in a soft voice, dipping he head when ... the unspeakable happened.

Her head bowed and kept bowing and there was a strangled gasp from one of the people as it just kept whipping out and flopped down towards her lap and the firepit. Her hand shot out, catching the head by the hair and hissing before pulling it back and setting it with a little fuss in her lap. She looked at him red-faced and clearly annoyed.]

Apologies for that. I'm Vira-Lorr. There's space if you want to join us.

[Smooth, VL.]