Keleios caught a flicker of movement in the polished blade, and felt the enchanted sword give a thrum of excitement at the prospect of meeting--read: bleeding--someone new. Immediately, she shifted gears, and sheathed the weapon, latching it in the scabbard in a definitive refusal to indulge its bloodlust. If a sword could pout, this one definitely would have done so.
"Nice view from out here, isn't it?" she called, before turning around to see who it was that stood there, trying not to be noticed. Molly was very good at stealth, but Keleios had the unfair advantage of half-elven senses, so unless the young wizard was veiling all along, it would have been hard for Kel to miss someone coming up behind her. "Am I in your path? I can make way."