[center][h2][color=ec008c]Alisea[/color][/h2][h3]Day 4, 8:06AM - Eden Hall[/h3][/center]
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The scritch-scratch of the quill across paper ceased.  Alisea set the instrument down gently and turned to face her friend.[color=ec008c]"I slept wonderfully, thank you."[/color]  [color=ec338c][i]'You did as well, I presume?'[/i][/color] Alisea refrained from saying aloud; she didn't want to embarrass Aster.  [color=ec008c]"Sorry if I woke you; I wanted to write a journal entry before the day began.  I finished, so I can go."[/color]  The magess stood, gathering her items first into her hands and then into her inventory.  [color=ec008c]"That way you can have the room to yourself for a bit,"[/color] she explained as she hurried to leave.  The girl had no ear for objections, and in a matter of seconds she was pulling the door shut behind her with a faint 'click.'

Turning toward the stairs, Alisea was pleasantly surprised to see Reylan in the hall.  She called out a cheery, [color=ec008c]"Good morning!"[/color] as she walked toward him.  Another small surprise came as the magess caught sight of the man Reylan was speaking with.  He was a taller gentleman, with dark hair and a sturdy jawline.  [color=ec338c][i]'A tall, dark stranger,'[/i][/color] Alisea mused.  [color=ec338c][i]'I wonder what fortune teller magicked him into Reylan's life.'[/i][/color]  She didn't intend to interrupt their conversation, but the magess would have to ask Reylan about it later.

"[color=8882be]Oh, good morning. Is Aster awake?[/color]" the archer replied, seeming in high spirits.

Alisea might have simply passed that question off as small talk, or even as a good leader looking after his party; but something in the way he asked it made the girl itch.  It couldn't be... but was he teasing?  Suddenly walking past Reylan was no longer an option.  The magess slid up to her captain with a charming smile, drawing his eyes to hers.

[color=ec008c]"Eager to see her again?"[/color] Alisea rejoined, her voice light but unmistakably suggestive.

Reylan blinked at the insinuation Alisea's words carried.  "[color=8882be]Ah, well, I just wanted to ask her to spar this morning.[/color]"  Despite his best efforts a bit of nervousness slipped into his words.

Alisea held her smile, but left her next comment unsaid--he had company, and embarrassing their leader in front of others wouldn't do.  Turning to the tall, dark stranger, Alisea proffered a hand.  [color=ec008c]"My name is Alisea.  My role is the combat mage.  Would you happen to be a Tinker?"[/color]
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