"Oooh! That's the spot! Right there! Ah! Mmmph! Now bite...AHHH. GODS YES....AHH...hah...ah...okay get off."

[url=http://th05.deviantart.net/fs71/PRE/f/2014/125/d/f/girl12c_by_chaosringen-d7h7eyw.jpg]The woman[/url] lover in bed shoved the man on top of her off the bed and onto the floor. Dressed in her underwear, not even taking the time to take it off before engaging in yet another act of pleasure, she lit up a small pipe and stuck it into her mouth. "There, I'm satisfied, and your pitiful faction is part of the Windemeyr school of magical studies. Now get out." The man in his skivvies stood up and bowed, saying a word of thanks before retreating, with clothing in hand, out the door. 

The bedroom she was in was sparsely decorated, magical armaments on the wall, red satin bed coverings and curtains, oak desk and a few other amenities. She approached a large circular window on the side of the room that looked down over the school. She was in the highest room of the school, her school. Kelsey Windemeyr, arch-mage and founder of the Windemeyr School of Magical Studies, the only place in the entire land of Akavir where anybody and everybody can learn how to not be killed by a lightning bolt to the head, but shoot it out of their fingers instead...at some other poor sod's head.

The corner of her lip creeped into a smile as she thought about now having a majority of Akavir allied with the school, save for a few stubborn ones, like the Tsasci and the Guardan. But in due time, they too would come to accept her, or plow her in exchange for an alliance...she shivered at the thought of the latter.

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Septimus took in a deep breath, taking in the wonderful aromas and sweet tastes of the emerging spring around him. It was almost intoxicating. He watched the birds and the bees mingle as they did in nature and it brought him a little peace knowing that he helped protect that cycle of life for yet another year. He hefted the backpack on his shoulders and shook his head, regaining his focus...but not before yawning once. "We should attempt to cure the...snoring...issue you seem to have, S'kylir. I barely managed to catch more than a few hours sleep last night." He looked at her and didn't get a response. He shrugged and took a look behind him, seeing Annette catching up. "I do hope you will be able to keep up, Annette. S'kylir and I do not slow for stragglers. We have a job to do, one that does not involve babysitting." "Don't..don't worry about me." She huffed as she got close, carrying a good chunk of the supplies with her. "I'll be able to keep up. I just need to..." She shifted the bags on her body to much better locations on her back and tail. "There we go. Much better. The gear is very awkward to carry at times. But I will be fine."

"Excellent." Septimus huffed and turned around. "So, what is our next adventure destination, S'kylir? You always neglect to tell me [i]where[/i] we are going until we have already left."

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"Are you faring well, hun?"
"Yes, dear! Very nicely! The humidity is very low today, it does wonders for my body."
Woland and Mira were on horseback, traveling the main road towards Kalineye. They had departed several hours before and were already well on their way, their Sithis blessed steeds riding them far in such a short time. They should be in the city soon and well on the path for their intended target.