[hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=SlateBlue][center]Faeril Ashkevron[/center][/color][color=FireBrick][center]Gen Saroth[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center] [b][color=SlateBlue]Location:[/color][/b] Hayll - Drunken Unicorn Inn
[b][color=SlateBlue]Snaketooth Counter:[/color][/b] 24 days left [/center]
[center] [b][color=FireBrick]Location:[/color][/b] Forest [/center]

Downing the tankard of ale Gen Saroth growled at the woman sitting across the table from him. Who was looking far too calm for his liking. Faeril, on the other hand, was brushing wrinkles out of her gown, the newly made one draped over a third chair and shielding from any accident by two slightly extended wings. She was not worried in the slightest or so it appeared. The heavy thunk of the tankard hitting the table was followed by the slight sultry smile of a waitress as she filled him up again. Coin changes hands before the woman slipped away to other customers. [color=FireBrick]"So let me get this straight. You went to heal a [i]wound[/i], and on your way back you saw a [i]wounded[/i] man. So you took this man to this inn to [i]help him[/i]."[/color] Gen stated in their mother-tongue of Eyrian. His grey-green eyes boring into the dangerous woman as if trying to mentally force her to look guilty or remorseful. About this situation. About bringing him here. Already he had to hold himself back from drawing his weapons and slaughtering the Hyallian males in reach. He would never turn his blade on a woman without good reason. But he was not fond of his father's kin.

Fae nodded simply, [color=SlateBlue]"I did. He was. I mean to continue treatment."[/color]

[color=FireBrick]"Did he agree to treatment-?"[/color] The answering shrug and silence only confirmed his worst fears. [color=FireBrick]"Who was it?"[/color]

Faeril Ashkevron merely gave her oldest friend a smile. Her hands clasped together in her lap and the picture of innocence, which she assuredly was not. But Gen nearly groan aloud at the sight of the curiosity and sheer desire in those eyes of ice. When others saw desire they would think of a lovely night under the moon and roses, to Faeril it was the secrets of the soul and the unknown wounds that lured her. The healing and working of her Craft. [color=SlateBlue]"Now that would be revealing a patient's privacy and I don't do that."[/color] The large Warlord did groan at that. She did reveal secrets if she found it necessary. [color=SlateBlue]"Be that as it may. We are going to this ball, you and I. We will go and we will see what this Queen wants. Then we will leave and be very polite about it."[/color] The icy tone filled her voice as venom shot into her eyes. Faeril did not like this Queen who thought she could command her, but just as quick as there was venom- the seas of her eyes smoothed into the quiet mask of solemn.

[color=FireBrick]"And if problems should arise?"[/color] His one brow rose in question. Fae had worked the battle plan this far. He might as well see what all she wrote. The answer was given with a small smirk.

[hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=Olive][center]Ravyn Ghosteye[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center] [b][color=Olive]Location:[/color][/b] Hyall - Nosey Needle
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Ravyn blinked as the small puppy bowled into her leg which sent her stumbling against Arsenio. Which was odd in a dress shop, but add in the fact the puppy had a tie in it's mouth- it was a bit more than merely odd. Springing back up from her stumble, she gave her ally in dress shopping a apologetic look. Her golden eyes turned back to the pup as she felt a odd pushing on her mind. She was wary but saw no reason to not push back. She pushed with a strong mental shove. There was no need to be tentative- it was [i]her[/i] mind after all.

Then she heard him. The puppy- Chiya- was talking and quickly. It was typical of what she expected from a puppy, and she couldn't resist reaching out to scratch his ears. [color=Olive]"Chiya- How can I understand ye? What- how can you talk?"[/color] Her mind voice was littered with her accent of street slang. [color=Olive]"I'm Ravyn? What- Why are you in here? And why does a pup want ter wear a tie?"[/color] She questioned the questioning Chiya. Her hands already trying to fix the tie about his neck, however it ended up in a bow rather than necktie typical.