Lumara thought that Logan was an… interesting and intellectual fellow. As was Tihlas last night. That had made him her…. what… umpteenth man so far? She didn’t care. She hadn’t kissed a mage before. The only ones who were really interested in her were usually cavaliers and knights such as that pale haired man. But this one was dark haired and dark eyed, and very, very intriguing. There was an air around him that she wanted to experience, and best of all, he drank. So far, this Logan person was steadily keeping up with her, and he did not object to the fact that she was on his lap. She giggled and nodded her head, raising the glass toward him. It was dry, but then again, it had been dry for a while, now. She was too busy enjoying his… presence.

[b]”I would like another drink, please,”[/b] Lumara told him, her words almost slurring into one large one. She purred as he rubbed her head, and she tucked her face into his palm. [b]”You have such soft hands… not ones I’ve ever experienced before… tell me, have you ever…”[/b] she giggled, shaking her head and covering her lips with one hand. She was playing the dumb, innocent one now. Maybe that would grab his attention more than her rough and tough attitude. [b]”I’m sorry, I’ve just heard so many things about Dark Mages. Of their… so called interactions with women…”[/b]

Lumara forced herself to blush and giggled again, her green eyes focusing on his face. He had somewhat delicate features, much like that musician’s. Maybe she would go after him neck, but he didn’t seem like he was in the right health for him to rut around. [b]”I’ve heard that they have many taboo ways of pleasuring women. Is that true?”[/b] she chuckled. [b]”I don’t know, some women cringe away from that sort of stuff. But I… I think I would like that kind of treatment. It has to be exciting…”[/b] she let the word roll on her tongue, grinning at him.

That was Lumara for you. A woman that drank, played in the dark, slept, and fought. She was nothing else. What could she be? A mere Wyvern Lord? No, it would be too depressing. She would have to think about her life more. And that… she didn’t want that.

[b]”Tell me, handsome… what is your name? Have you ever had a woman before..?”[/b] she purred this straight into his ear, making sure to get as close as possible to him. [i]If I’m lucky, he could show me a few new techniques.[/i]

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Ambra was about to sit down and eat herself when someone approached from behind. She turned to see a shirtless Zaino asking for his clothes back. She knew exactly what he meant—he wanted his shirt back. Her hand unconsciously gripped at the satchel she had just recently put on as if she was defending it. His shirt had been so tattered and bloodied that she literally had to wash it for hours. Then she had to sew shut the rips and tears after leaving it to dry. [i]How this man can get out of bed, I don’t know. I just want him to stay.[/i] she exhaled roughly before picking up her chin and narrowing her eyes at him. 

[b]”I… don’t know what you’re talking about.”[/b] she lied. It was the worst lie she had heard in her life. But, it was a lie nonetheless. Zaino knew that she had something to do with his shirt. She was the one that had taken it off in the first place to look at his wounds. She knew that this would make him angrier, and so she backed up a few steps closer to Talbot. The heavily wounded mage was busy carrying a bowl of soup to a table, but paused as he looked at Zaino.

“Hey, what’s going on?” his voice was weak, yet Ambra could hear his usual upbeat charm. “Why is this guy shirtless? Is he one of those guys that likes to show off his body?”

Ambra stepped around him and hid behind him, peering at Zaino with wide eyes over his shoulder. Tal blinked in surprise and looked back at her, and then back at Zaino. “Uh… hey…” he greeted nervously, obviously not wanting to get into a fight.

[i]I have to avoid him, if I can.[/i] Ambra told herself, backing away even further. If he made a run for her, she was pretty sure that she could run upstairs and lock herself in a room until it was time to leave. She [i]was[/i] an archer, after all. She was built on the aspect of agility and stamina. She took another step back, an anxious grin spreading across her face. Purely reflex. It wasn’t as if she was making fun of him.