[center][h1][color=ec008c]Alisea[/color][/h1][/center]
Even two full days of trekking couldn't exhaust an adventurous spirit; if anything, it fed it.  Alisea ordered the Chef's Special Stew prepared to accept whatever it may turn out to be.  While the party waited for their food and rooms to be prepared, Aster surprised the magess by standing and gathering everyone's attention to herself.  The normally quiet girl wanted to make a speech of sorts.  It wasn't long, and it wasn't wordy; it was, however, sincere and from her heart.  As her friend offered up praise, Alisea met the swordswoman's gaze with a warm smile.  And the conclusion of her own portion, Alisea gave an appreciative nod to let Aster know her feelings were accepted.

It was a tragedy that warm moment had to end so quickly.  Karma, for reasons Alisea could only assume were petty, had to bring up Dubstepp.  The magess could have cursed her fellow mage then and there, if only she had known a good hex.  She had planned on waiting until after dinner--until after everyone had warm food in their bellies and contentment on their features--to pull Dubstepp aside and talk one on one.  Trying to bring this up with everyone was only going to cause discomfort.  There had been plenty of time to think about it on the journey back, and the conclusion Alisea had reached was that, though Dubstepp probably didn't mean harm, his pride wasn't going to let him admit fault easily.

Pride was a silly reason to give up such a useful ally.

[color=ec008c]"Yet it was Dubstepp's summon that held the White Wolf in place; without it, we in the back would have been attacked and possibly killed.  If anything, it is I who must apologize for what happened."[/color]  Alisea looked to Dubstepp directly, catching his eyes before inclining her head to him across the table.  [color=ec008c]"I do hope you can forgive me."[/color]