[H2][center][color=coral]Kailea Arydunseyr[/color][/center][/h2]


Another newcomer woman had arrived, and he caught the tail end of her question on impressing the nobility. Shrugging as he wolfed down a chunk of bread, pausing to wash it down as he gave her question an answer.[color=green] "Just introduce yourself and answer his questions. Worked for me, at any rate, and if that worked, you should be fine."[/color] Chuckling, he grabbed a jug to wash down what he had eaten so far already.

[Color=firebrick]"Oh wonderful. I'm sure that will work out beautifully then."[/color] Kailea did her best not to roll her eyes in front of everyone gathered around the table. [Color=firebrick]"I've had great luck with that so far..."[/color]

She spotted one of the guards off to one side quietly beckoning her forward, as she finished off the last bite of her fruit and wiped her hands free of the sticky juice. A deep breath helped steel herself as she walked out in front of the young noble, and gave a small bow before him as she'd been taught to do before her elders.

[Color=firebrick]"I was told there was someone seeking to put a team together to fight in the Arena."[/color] Kailea said, glancing up at the man in front of her and raised an appreciative eyebrow. He certainly was handsome and far better kept than most men she came across, and being up close did nothing to diminish that. [Color=firebrick]"I wasn't aware it was for someone quite so fetching though."[/color] She finished with a grin stuck to her face.

[Color=fff79a]Endar blinked. Here, in front of him, was a woman who quite clearly was on her last coins, and the state of her clothes were something to behold. And yet... she was [i]flirting[/i] with him?! Giving a polite cough, he prayed that his cheeks weren't as red as he thought they were.

"Ahem... ah... flattery won't be necessary. I - that is to say, you shouldn't expect me to accept any applicants based upon sweet words."[/color]

[Color=firebrick]"Well if you'd like to see my [i]talents[/i], then you need only ask."[/color] Kailea purred. The light flush on his face might have been from the sun, but the way he tried not to stumble across his own words was rather charming.

[Color=fff79a]"Please, stop!" Ezekiel snapped. "You are making his lordship uncomfortable!"

Gulping, Endar shook his head. "No, no, I'm fine." He looked at the woman. "Though, I would ask that you try and... refrain... from speaking in such a manner for the duration of the conversation. This is a serious matter."[/color]

[Color=firebrick]"And what manner is that?"[/color] She asked innocently, [color=firebrick]"If you are not interested in accepting me on my word, how else am I to demonstrate what I am capable of?"[/color]

Her hazel eyes flicked toward the nobleman's grouch of an attendant, and while the smile didn't fall from her face, the corners of her lips took on a more predatory edge.

[Color=firebrick]"Unless your man there is looking to see for himself?"[/color] She asked, cocking a hip with a hand perched on top.

[Color=fff79a]Finally having regained his composure, Endar spoke sternly, now. He was a little cautious of this woman's games. "You will be accepted based upon your ability to fight in the arena, and what you may offer your teammates [i]in terms of assisting them in the arena[/i]. Nothing else. Now, please, grace us with your name, and the skills you will bring with you."[/color]

Kailea had to stifle her laugh. This one had certainly caught on quickly. He had a better head on his shoulders than most and while she was enjoying this, she was not eager to discover the limits of his patience.

Not today, anyhow.

[Color=firebrick]"My name is Kailea Arydunseyr. I hail from the sands of Ashar,"[/color] She said proudly, holding herself with confidence. [Color=firebrick]"And as for what I can bring to you and my teammates..."[/color]

She reached for the magics that were never quite calm within herself. It was an easy thing to call them forth, and the magic was eager to answer. She snapped the fingers of her right hand and in an instant, snapped the burning ball of flame in her palm so it flickered and danced for all to see. She couldn't help but be a little proud, even with no teacher, she'd managed this on her own.

[Color=firebrick]"Well, I hope this speaks for itself."[/color]

[Color=fff79a]Endar found himself smiling. "Indeed it does." And with that, he held out his left palm, and called up a ball of light. "This is Seraphim. A type of Divine, ancient magic. It belongs to me, Ignis Doman."[/color]

Kailea's eyes lit up at the ethereal light that hovered in Ignis' palm. It was nothing like her own unruly magic and she couldn't help but gaze at it in complete awe. The twinge of jealousy in the back of her mind was difficult to ignore, as she looked on.

[Color=firebrick]"It...it is beautiful."[/color] She tried to find the right way to make her tongue form words, [color=firebrick]"I would be honored to be allowed to fight alongside such magics."[/color]

[Color=fff79a]Endar was curious about her sudden change in tone, but then again, she seemed to be a woman with many facets to her personality. Just as he did, and just as he sensed all who had stepped up before her did.

"Then please, consider yourself welcome."[/color]

Kailea wasn't quite sure what she was expecting, but to be "welcome" was certainly not something she thought she would hear. She had learned to take rejection in stride, but this was a new feeling altogether. She didn't quite trust herself to speak again, and instead bowed deeply one last time, before quietly turning and making her way back to the table where the others sat.

She grabbed for a small goblet of something to drink, but could hardly taste it as she turned Ignis' words over and over in her mind.

[Color=fff79a]"You really want to associate yourself with that... that [i]whore?[/i]" Ezekiel whispered angrily. "She will drag your name through the mud!"

Endar turned in his seat to face Ezekiel. The ball of light twisted, shaping itself into an arrow. "And she is her own person. I care not how she acts, nor who she is, as long as she makes nobody uncomfortable, and the magic she possesses aids us in the arena." The arrow disappeared, fading out of sight as quickly as it had come. "And if she truly bothers you so much... well, once the tournament in Risha is over with, we can get out of your hair, can we not?"

Ezekiel bowed his head, ashamed. "...Yes, my lord." he murmured[/color]