[b]Eclair Espoir![/b]

Mayzie's ears go up. Uppies! Her eyes go wide as she fixates on... a spindle. The kind that you'd use for old-fashioned carding, with a distaff you stick between your legs. (This wonderful world being what it is, that's a very ordinary thing and not something worth making innuendos over, generally.)

"That! There! Do you know what that is, Eclair?! That's [i]Civelia's Spindle![/i] Here?! You can spin [i]anything[/i] on that, including--"

She dives back and clings to you as a plane of jagged glass the size of a wagon crashes into the mercury sea right where she had been standing. You were, of course, already in motion, so the two of you entangle.

"I can spin anything on that," she says, staring into your eyes. "[i]Anything.[/i]"

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[b]Injimo![/b]

Morning is the light that plays on swirling, eddying quicksilver. She is the motion of globules detaching, bouncing, sinking back into the whole. She is the shattering of glass. She's all these things, but put them together, and she is also unmistakably a [i]dragon.[/i] She is vast and joyful and [i]getting in where she's not supposed to be.[/i]

Heron would be having a fit! Rurik would be having a [i]double fit![/i] But that doesn't really matter right now, because right now? Right now, you get to combo with someone. And that's nothing new. You were the set-up for a Heron combo all the damn time. Or you'd get in the second hit which unlocked the aerials.

But Morning is [i]setting you up for combos.[/i]

[i][harder! you can do better!][/i] she cheers, as she dives into mercury and explodes out, spinning, flinging half-formed limbs all about, setting you up for a 360 omnislash noscope. She's showy, but in a way that invites you to be showy back. And through draconic telepathy, she floods you with the delight of a puppy who has a very, very big stick and gets to run with the stick.

She'll be so disappointed when those two Avel manage to figure out how to bottle Cair back up. Unless that's not what they need to do? Unless they need someone to [i]explain[/i] the mechanics of this fight to them.

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[b]Hazel![/b]

So here's the thing, Hazel? You cannot be allowed to win. The pride of the Khan will not settle for you having a win. So Mikela the Fierce grabs you and [i]snogs[/i] you back, hot and impatient and oh goodness gracious me she's got her teeth on your lip and she tugs until you make a delicious little squeak.

And then she tosses you into the pawing hands of her hunting-pack. Who are making a circle. A circle around Mikela. Who is peeling her top off. And, wow. Muscles. Heaving muscles, because she's breathing heavy and wiping her lips.

"You want to play it this way, boy? Fine." She tosses her top aside, and hey, that's a cute pattern on her bra, lots of colors in between black angles. There are huntresses hooking their fingers under your top. "We wrestle until you [i]beg[/i] to be my sluzhanka."

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[b]Yuki![/b]

"Oh no. Mikela's going to [i]flatten[/i] him," Juni frets, as the four of you peer out of the Ossuary and look down upon the Khan flexing. "And then... oh, Olesya will be in [i]so[/i] much trouble! And Mikela has no idea what the Khatun will [i]do[/i] to her if she gets in the way of the OTP!"

"That's a lot of Serigalamu," Seli says, tapping her teeth. "Guess Mama got away."
"She's going to punish us for that one."
"Oh [i]no,[/i] she's going to punish us~?"
"Unpaid ten-hour shifts at the Diamond Deluxe~"
"So, what, like when we were apprenticing?"
"But meaner. Bossier. [i]Skimpier outfits.[/i]"
"Unless we bring her something worth the scheme."
"But look at all of them! How are we supposed to save him?"

"...we can't all go out there and get caught with him," Juni interrupts. (Poutily? Conflictedly? Even being tortured by the Khatun hasn't fully tempered the characteristic passion of the Aestivali.) "And... wait, Our Lady was the [i]distraction?[/i]"

"Oh, very distracting."
"Very bouncy."
"Very indignant."
"Mmph, mmph, wiggle, wiggle~!"

They are going to deserve every bit of their punishment.

"Either way, we can't let him get pinned underneath Mikela! Feeling her full weight on him, the strain of her muscles, seeing her victorious smile, and, and, he'd melt, and, he wouldn't be safe, but that's because, oh, if only Mikela was the leader of her own tribe again, not being bossed around by that, that [i]horrid[/i] woman, because then he'd be free to [i]not[/i] be free..."