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The City Of Luce Prima (Supernatural creature RP)

@t2wave

Even through text, it is completely possible to pass a condescending tone.

Again, I don't know if that was your intention, but especially the calm down post sounded incredibly condescending to me...

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@t2wave

Yeah, I know. Poor choice of words. It's 2:40am here and I can't sleep T__T

And calm down... I was just trying to help...
Is there anything wrong with trying to be helpful?

It's the same thing when I was joking on the last page... You were the first to immediately post "patience?"

I did nothing at all... Calm down...

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@Typhon

Yup! Any race that wasn't mentioned by @RoccanIronclad can be submitted to him for approval.

Both Jorogumo and Kitsune were submitted by players.

It's actually written in the rules XD

The City Of Luce Prima (Supernatural creature RP)

Nenetl

Nenetl

---

Basic Information

Name: Nenetl Nenetl

Age: 19 (technically, over 490)
Gender: Female
Height: 1,68m
Race: Witch / Shaman

---

Physical Appearance

Nenetl's appearance is quite something. Wearing a skin tight black shirt to hide her chest and abdomen, which are covered by tribal tattoos, her uncommon ritualistic robes adorned with feathers, beads and decorations made of bone and even a necklace made of the same material give her an incredibly exotic appearance, coupled with her skin tone and the unusual way her hair is tied, with two bronze decorations ending in two crescent blades. The black lipstick and makeup coupled with her unusual eyes make her even more exotic.

Her choice for clothes is certainly unique. Hailing from the deepest parts of the Central American jungle where few dare to go, she favors light clothes and doesn't wear shoes as she prefers to feel the earth with her bare skin. When necessary, she wear shoes made of cloth, similar to bandages.

Standing at 1,68m, Nenetl has a curvaceous and gracious body, but beneath her smooth skin, she hides well toned muscles giving her an exotic beauty.

---

Personality

Nenetl is a strong woman. The way she walks, her expression... All that contributes to the strong aura she emits. It's undeniable that she had quite an impacting presence. Be it because of her appearance or her personality, its almost impossible to ignore her.
Regarding her personality, Nenetl is rarely in a bad mood. Although she is a serious woman when she needs to be, amongst friends, she is rather easygoing and enjoys a good conversation, even though sometimes she might prefer being alone.

---

Belongings

- Animal Leather Pouch and Bone Dagger: Inside the animal leather pouch on her belt, there is a thin, needle like bone dagger, carved with an intricate pattern. Made of an unusually strong bone, it is used both for rituals and as a backup weapon.

- Crescent Pendulum: Previously, it was the head of a big ritualistic axe, used for executions and blood offerings. Now, she uses it with a strip of silk as a weapon and as a medium for her rituals.

---

History

History

The Aztec empire. One of the biggest and bloodiest empires of the pre Colombian civilizations, flourished on a soil bathed by gold and blood, it's safe to say that the amount of blood sacrifices and bloodshed due to the conflicts between empires was enough to alter the flow of magic on that location. The native shamans and mages already knew about that, and often used that abundance of magic due to the favorable geographic location to make their empires prosper even more. In their endless greed for more gold and power, the flow of magic, the souls of the dead and the spirits of the land started getting out of control... Even though all those sensitive enough to the supernatural could tell that, the human greed knows no boundaries... As the blood flowed through the stone steps, bathing their temples and the soil... The very thing that made that empire flourish, was just one small thread away from sending it back to nothing. When other civilizations from beyond the sea came, invading that earth and bringing their greed with them and completely slaughtering the Aztecs, the land could take no more. It was at the brink of catastrophe... Ignoring their own lives and their own kin's, a group of shamans conducted a ritual in one of the last temple that wasn't completely destroyed by the invaders, sacrificing their own lives and a pure child's life to try and contain the huge outburst of magic.

There is where Nenetl's story begins...

---

Nenetl was the youngest child of a long lineage of shamans. Born and raised in a place teeming with magic, it was only natural for her to have an incredible affinity to it... Even though she was just a child, the fact that she was a shaman gave her much more importance than a common person. Raised in a prospering civilization, everything couldn't be more perfect. The Aztec empire seemed to be unbeatable. But everything changed when the Spaniards invaded. With their powerful guns, the powerful Aztec swords, spears and their mighty warriors were useless... Their cunning tactics and powerful weaponry far surpassed anything the Aztecs could even imagine... Even though the bloodshed was not strange to Nenetl, as she already did blood sacrifices even when young, there was another thing going on that left the powerful Aztec shamans unable to do anything to answer to the Spaniard invasion...

After years and years of blood sacrifices, conflicts and rituals, bathing the earth with blood, the flow of magic became too strong and distorted. In order to contain an outburst of magic, there was only one thing to do...
Ignoring their own empire, their own kin and forfeiting their own lives, the shamans opted to do what they should have been doing for a long time... Their negligence in fulfilling their duties of maintaining the balance to favor their own empire was finally taking its toll...

On the day that the ritual would be performed, Nenetl was not afraid, nor sad, instead she displayed no emotions. Now with 18 years, she knew deep down inside that it was time to pay for not only her negligence, but the other shamans as well. As they made their procession to the top of the pyramid, their expressions were of shame and guilt. They were the only ones accountable for that disaster. Blinded and consumed by their own greed, the time to pay the price had finally come...

One by one, the ceremonial axe descended, cutting their heads clean off as their blood bathed the stone steps. From older to younger, they would sacrifice themselves, then the remaining shamans would swiftly take out the deceased's heart, placing it on a bowl together with the others. One after another, they silently fulfilled their duties until Nenetl was the last one remaining.

Nenetl knew that her part was the hardest one. She would have to quickly take out her own heart and place it on the bowl before dying.
Ironically enough, the one to pay the heftiest price, was the youngest one, who wasn't nearly as guilty as the older ones...

Holding the ceremonial bone knife pointed to her chest, Nenetl looked up, to the sun shining over their heads, as if it was patiently waiting for the ritual's completion. She was nervous not with her death, but with the ritual. She didn't know if she would be able to deal with the pain and complete the ritual...

"Tonatiuh, give me Nanauatzin's determination, help me to complete the ritual..." Nenetl said, in a prayer to the god of sun and the previous god of sun, who had sacrificed himself in a fire so that the sun should continue to shine over the world.

As Nenetl plunged the dagger into her chest, she screamed with pain. She could feel it piercing her chest, forcibly cutting her arteries, carving a path around her heart.

"Just... a... bit... more..." She thought to herself, as she struggled to stay conscious although she was already feeling her arms and legs loosing their strength.

It didn't matter how much she tried, the loss of blood was too much as she found herself without strength to even keep herself standing up, falling on her knees...

She opened her mouth in a silent lament as her voice failed her. Crawling towards the stone bowl where the other hearts were, tears rolled down her face. She failed. She had no strength left to even hold the dagger anymore...
As she fell on the ground to her last breath, the bowl fell off the sacrifical table, bathing her with the blood of the other shamans, as their hearts fell over her. The ritual failed. The ensuing magic outburst would be enough to wipe the entire Aztec territory off the map...

Her vision, red with the blood of the very shamans who created her started to become dark. The last thing she could see and hear was the sun on the sky and a thunderous crack as the pyramid opened beneath her, sending her to what would be her cold, stony tomb.

"...failed..." Nenetl thought with her last breath...

A long time passed, the Aztec empire was forgotten, everything that they did, everything that they were was now lost to the ages, together with the ruins of the pyramid Nenetl died... The ruins, forgotten and untouched for centuries, were still there, exactly how they were over four hundred years ago.

Amongst the ruins, covered with plants and skeletons, Nenetl opened her eyes once more, with a panicked gasp. Where the dagger once were on her chest, now was covered with an intricate tattoo, glowing with a faint blood red color and covering all her abdomen.
Dizzy and confused, the first thing she did was to get out of the ruins. After a long time moving the stones she was finally out.
Surrounded by a forest, she looked up, only to see the sun once more. Exactly the same way it was when she 'died'.

Right at the entrance of the ruins, the ceremonial axe's head stood there, completely untouched by the time, side by side with the ceremonial bone dagger she plunged into her chest centuries ago...

Nenetl didn't know what happened on the day she died, but she was alive once more. Standing over the grass, feeling the sun kissing her skin... She still remembered the pain, the shame and guilt she felt... They were all too real, but even though... she was there, standing up, breathing... alive.

Getting the bone knife and the ceremonial crescent axe head, she stumbled through the forest, wearing the same clothes she was wearing on the day she 'died'... This time, she wouldn't fail...

---

Abilities/Skills

Shamanism - Nenetl is a shaman, a bridge that links this world to the spiritual world. She is able to sense spirits and see the spiritual world (limited precognition or retrocognition)
Using dances and sacrifices (often using a drop of blood, either her own or someone else's), she can conjure minor spirits such as elementals to strengthen her own body and physical capabilities, imbue her weapon with elemental energy and even change the weather.

Nenetl is also able to make spiritual contracts either with spirits. Although spiritual contracts are a hard and lengthy thing to do, requiring some preparation, they cannot be violated by any means. These contracts can do many things, but they need to be accepted by either parties. As a basic rule of any spiritual contract, it cannot create anything out of nothing. It can only link, transfer or bind.

All in all, there are a lot of things that Nenetl can do, but she always need to offer a sacrifice (a drop of blood would suffice for minor spirits such as the ones to strengthen her body, her physical abilities and most elemental spirits) and if she tries to conjure a powerful spirit, she needs to give something more, since the spirit itself will demand an equal exchange.
Dealing with powerful spirits (differently from elemental spirits) its incredibly tricky, since they are intelligent and if you do something wrong, including messing up the ritual they can and will possess the shaman.

By projecting her spirit out of her body (her body enters a coma like state) she is able to directly interact with the spiritual realm, and effectively 'spirit walk', going as far as temporarily sealing someone's magic.

While in combat, Nenetl can use this ability when directly touching someone, sending a pulse of spiritual energy from her soul in order to seal a target's magic abilities for a small period of time.

---

Other

- Nenetl (pronounced Nenet) in Nahuatl means "Doll" or "Idol".

- Part of Nenetl's tattoos can be seen even over the black shirt as they glow with a faint, but noticeable blood red color.

- She loves chocolate, coffee and pepper. She doesn't know exactly why, but those things are certainly her weak spot.

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Done!!

Just waiting for Roccan's final Ok to post it on the character tab!

Nenetl

Nenetl

---

Basic Information

Name: Nenetl Nenetl

Age: 19 (technically, over 490)
Gender: Female
Height: 1,68m
Race: Witch / Shaman

---

Physical Appearance

Nenetl's appearance is quite something. Wearing a skin tight black shirt to hide her chest and abdomen, which are covered by tribal tattoos, her uncommon ritualistic robes adorned with feathers, beads and decorations made of bone and even a necklace made of the same material give her an incredibly exotic appearance, coupled with her skin tone and the unusual way her hair is tied, with two bronze decorations ending in two crescent blades. The black lipstick and makeup coupled with her unusual eyes make her even more exotic.

Her choice for clothes is certainly unique. Hailing from the deepest parts of the Central American jungle where few dare to go, she favors light clothes and doesn't wear shoes as she prefers to feel the earth with her bare skin. When necessary, she wear shoes made of cloth, similar to bandages.

Standing at 1,68m, Nenetl has a curvaceous and gracious body, but beneath her smooth skin, she hides well toned muscles giving her an exotic beauty.

---

Personality

Nenetl is a strong woman. The way she walks, her expression... All that contributes to the strong aura she emits. It's undeniable that she had quite an impacting presence. Be it because of her appearance or her personality, its almost impossible to ignore her.
Regarding her personality, Nenetl is rarely in a bad mood. Although she is a serious woman when she needs to be, amongst friends, she is rather easygoing and enjoys a good conversation, even though sometimes she might prefer being alone.

---

Belongings

- Animal Leather Pouch and Bone Dagger: Inside the animal leather pouch on her belt, there is a thin, needle like bone dagger, carved with an intricate pattern. Made of an unusually strong bone, it is used both for rituals and as a backup weapon.

- Crescent Pendulum: Previously, it was the head of a big ritualistic axe, used for executions and blood offerings. Now, she uses it with a strip of silk as a weapon and as a medium for her rituals.

---

History

History

The Aztec empire. One of the biggest and bloodiest empires of the pre Colombian civilizations, flourished on a soil bathed by gold and blood, it's safe to say that the amount of blood sacrifices and bloodshed due to the conflicts between empires was enough to alter the flow of magic on that location. The native shamans and mages already knew about that, and often used that abundance of magic due to the favorable geographic location to make their empires prosper even more. In their endless greed for more gold and power, the flow of magic, the souls of the dead and the spirits of the land started getting out of control... Even though all those sensitive enough to the supernatural could tell that, the human greed knows no boundaries... As the blood flowed through the stone steps, bathing their temples and the soil... The very thing that made that empire flourish, was just one small thread away from sending it back to nothing. When other civilizations from beyond the sea came, invading that earth and bringing their greed with them and completely slaughtering the Aztecs, the land could take no more. It was at the brink of catastrophe... Ignoring their own lives and their own kin's, a group of shamans conducted a ritual in one of the last temple that wasn't completely destroyed by the invaders, sacrificing their own lives and a pure child's life to try and contain the huge outburst of magic.

There is where Nenetl's story begins...

---

Nenetl was the youngest child of a long lineage of shamans. Born and raised in a place teeming with magic, it was only natural for her to have an incredible affinity to it... Even though she was just a child, the fact that she was a shaman gave her much more importance than a common person. Raised in a prospering civilization, everything couldn't be more perfect. The Aztec empire seemed to be unbeatable. But everything changed when the Spaniards invaded. With their powerful guns, the powerful Aztec swords, spears and their mighty warriors were useless... Their cunning tactics and powerful weaponry far surpassed anything the Aztecs could even imagine... Even though the bloodshed was not strange to Nenetl, as she already did blood sacrifices even when young, there was another thing going on that left the powerful Aztec shamans unable to do anything to answer to the Spaniard invasion...

After years and years of blood sacrifices, conflicts and rituals, bathing the earth with blood, the flow of magic became too strong and distorted. In order to contain an outburst of magic, there was only one thing to do...
Ignoring their own empire, their own kin and forfeiting their own lives, the shamans opted to do what they should have been doing for a long time... Their negligence in fulfilling their duties of maintaining the balance to favor their own empire was finally taking its toll...

On the day that the ritual would be performed, Nenetl was not afraid, nor sad, instead she displayed no emotions. Now with 18 years, she knew deep down inside that it was time to pay for not only her negligence, but the other shamans as well. As they made their procession to the top of the pyramid, their expressions were of shame and guilt. They were the only ones accountable for that disaster. Blinded and consumed by their own greed, the time to pay the price had finally come...

One by one, the ceremonial axe descended, cutting their heads clean off as their blood bathed the stone steps. From older to younger, they would sacrifice themselves, then the remaining shamans would swiftly take out the deceased's heart, placing it on a bowl together with the others. One after another, they silently fulfilled their duties until Nenetl was the last one remaining.

Nenetl knew that her part was the hardest one. She would have to quickly take out her own heart and place it on the bowl before dying.
Ironically enough, the one to pay the heftiest price, was the youngest one, who wasn't nearly as guilty as the older ones...

Holding the ceremonial bone knife pointed to her chest, Nenetl looked up, to the sun shining over their heads, as if it was patiently waiting for the ritual's completion. She was nervous not with her death, but with the ritual. She didn't know if she would be able to deal with the pain and complete the ritual...

"Tonatiuh, give me Nanauatzin's determination, help me to complete the ritual..." Nenetl said, in a prayer to the god of sun and the previous god of sun, who had sacrificed himself in a fire so that the sun should continue to shine over the world.

As Nenetl plunged the dagger into her chest, she screamed with pain. She could feel it piercing her chest, forcibly cutting her arteries, carving a path around her heart.

"Just... a... bit... more..." She thought to herself, as she struggled to stay conscious although she was already feeling her arms and legs loosing their strength.

It didn't matter how much she tried, the loss of blood was too much as she found herself without strength to even keep herself standing up, falling on her knees...

She opened her mouth in a silent lament as her voice failed her. Crawling towards the stone bowl where the other hearts were, tears rolled down her face. She failed. She had no strength left to even hold the dagger anymore...
As she fell on the ground to her last breath, the bowl fell off the sacrifical table, bathing her with the blood of the other shamans, as their hearts fell over her. The ritual failed. The ensuing magic outburst would be enough to wipe the entire Aztec territory off the map...

Her vision, red with the blood of the very shamans who created her started to become dark. The last thing she could see and hear was the sun on the sky and a thunderous crack as the pyramid opened beneath her, sending her to what would be her cold, stony tomb.

"...failed..." Nenetl thought with her last breath...

A long time passed, the Aztec empire was forgotten, everything that they did, everything that they were was now lost to the ages, together with the ruins of the pyramid Nenetl died... The ruins, forgotten and untouched for centuries, were still there, exactly how they were over four hundred years ago.

Amongst the ruins, covered with plants and skeletons, Nenetl opened her eyes once more, with a panicked gasp. Where the dagger once were on her chest, now was covered with an intricate tattoo, glowing with a faint blood red color and covering all her abdomen.
Dizzy and confused, the first thing she did was to get out of the ruins. After a long time moving the stones she was finally out.
Surrounded by a forest, she looked up, only to see the sun once more. Exactly the same way it was when she 'died'.

Right at the entrance of the ruins, the ceremonial axe's head stood there, completely untouched by the time, side by side with the ceremonial bone dagger she plunged into her chest centuries ago...

Nenetl didn't know what happened on the day she died, but she was alive once more. Standing over the grass, feeling the sun kissing her skin... She still remembered the pain, the shame and guilt she felt... They were all too real, but even though... she was there, standing up, breathing... alive.

Getting the bone knife and the ceremonial crescent axe head, she stumbled through the forest, wearing the same clothes she was wearing on the day she 'died'... This time, she wouldn't fail...

---

Abilities/Skills

Shamanism - Nenetl is a shaman, a bridge that links this world to the spiritual world. She is able to sense spirits and see the spiritual world (limited precognition or retrocognition)
Using dances and sacrifices (often using a drop of blood, either her own or someone else's), she can conjure minor spirits such as elementals to strengthen her own body and physical capabilities, imbue her weapon with elemental energy and even change the weather.

Nenetl is also able to make spiritual contracts either with spirits. Although spiritual contracts are a hard and lengthy thing to do, requiring some preparation, they cannot be violated by any means. These contracts can do many things, but they need to be accepted by either parties. As a basic rule of any spiritual contract, it cannot create anything out of nothing. It can only link, transfer or bind.

All in all, there are a lot of things that Nenetl can do, but she always need to offer a sacrifice (a drop of blood would suffice for minor spirits such as the ones to strengthen her body, her physical abilities and most elemental spirits) and if she tries to conjure a powerful spirit, she needs to give something more, since the spirit itself will demand an equal exchange.
Dealing with powerful spirits (differently from elemental spirits) its incredibly tricky, since they are intelligent and if you do something wrong, including messing up the ritual they can and will possess the shaman.

By projecting her spirit out of her body (her body enters a coma like state) she is able to directly interact with the spiritual realm, and effectively 'spirit walk', going as far as temporarily sealing someone's magic.

While in combat, Nenetl can use this ability when directly touching someone, sending a pulse of spiritual energy from her soul in order to seal a target's magic abilities for a small period of time.

---

Other

- Nenetl (pronounced Nenet) in Nahuatl means "Doll" or "Idol".

- Part of Nenetl's tattoos can be seen even over the black shirt as they glow with a faint, but noticeable blood red color.

- She loves chocolate, coffee and pepper. She doesn't know exactly why, but those things are certainly her weak spot.

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Hikari Academy

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A Guild Adventure: An RP with Monster Girls! (ENDED)

Bast Ragoczy

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^{@Silver Carrot}

---

As Lord Barensia bid farewell to them, Bast nodded towards him once more, but with a slight unsatisfied expression on his face. By his confused expression, it was rather clear that Lord Barensia didn't understand the hint he gave about the culprit.
He couldn't say he was satisfied with the outcome, after all, it would be much more interesting if Lord Barensia knew who was the one that contracted the guild... It would be so much more interesting to see how he would deal with her....

"My dear Eilidh, I'm sorry to make you wait for me this much. I have no doubts that it surely must have been incredibly tiring and boring for you to hear our conversation." Bast said, with a smile as they walked away.

"But before we are free to go, I just need to do one little thing." Bast continued, with a smirk on his face as he snapped his fingers, when he was already a reasonable distance from the tea shop.
As he did so, the fancy carriage was immediately engulfed in flames, burning in quite a display.

Turning to Eilidh with a kind smile, he asked, still gently holding her hand.
"Well, we are now free to do whatever your heart pleases, my lady." He said, with a chuckle.

"Would you like to return to the guild? Anything you still want to do in the city?" He asked.

"Any question or desire you might have, you have but to ask." He completed, looking to her.

Briefly looking down at her hand, which was in his, then promply ignoring it and looking back up at him, Eilidh answered his string or quieries. "I do not mind having heard your conversation, though much of it was lost on me. I would like to know what the details of you mission were." Eilidh turned to watch the carriage exploding, raising n eyebrow and turning back to him. "I'm sure there was a reason for that, but it currently evades me. Anyway, we may return to the guild if you wish. I was not quite ready to return after my mission."

As they lift the cafe, still hand in hand until Eilidh suddenly remembered and retracted hers hurriedly with a little flush of the face, which disappeared just as soon as it came and the Centaur looked oddly solemn. "I am a warrior at heart, but despite this, sometimes I wonder if I am a good person. If I truly have honor right to my bones or whether I'm constantly one good shot of adreneline from turning bloodthirsty. I killed my target today, but he was wanted alive. I couldn't stop myself from killing him and granting myself the satisfaction of a conclusive victory."

Bast couldn't help but let out an amused expression and a smile as he heard her words. She was certainly very... interesting. It wasn't far fetched to say that Bast himself had developed a certain attachment to the centauress. Her reactions were so different from the overall feeling she passed... Every time she blushed, Bast couldn't help but smile...

"Regarding the mission, It was simple, really... I was asked simply to burn one of the most expensive carriages the Barensia had, in public, prefferably. Although I hoped it would be much more interesting than just this..." He said, thinking about the pink haired noblewoman.

"According to miss Natasha, the Barensia were a house that was trampling on hers for a long time, and she wanted... revenge maybe?" He said, tapping his cane with a thoughtful expression.

"Lord Barensia doesn't seem to be the cruel type of person, so I even tried to give him a hint of who was the one who asked me to do so, but unfortunately... he failed to grasp my message... I was hoping both houses could reach a mutual understanding..." Bast said, shrugging and dismissing all that as completely irrelevant on that moment, as he was much more focused on what Eilidh said after her questions.

"My dear Eilidh, although I condemn unecessary bloodshed, sometimes its simply unavoidable... You shouldn't blame yourself if you feel in your heart that you did the right thing." Bast said, gently pinching her nose with a chuckle.

"I may not be the best one to talk about things such as what is good or bad, but I can assure you one thing: as long as you're following your heart and your mind, doing what you think it's right, you will be ok." He continued.

"If you're worried that you may lose your mind and enter a frenzied state in your next mission, I can gladly accompany you. If you need me, I promise I will be there to calm you down." Bast said.

"And Eilidh... Always remember one thing: You're not just a warrior. You are also a lady. Strength is important for a warrior, but intelect always beat brute force. You are a strong woman, Eilidh. Not just phisically... Trust yourself a bit more. If you thought that your target did enough bad things to justify his death, I trust you." He said, with an unusualy kind smile on his face.

Eilidh listened to everything he said without replying. Only when he'd finish did she open her out, but nothing came out yet as she was still processing all he'd said. "He definitely deserved to die, but that wasn't the mission. Following my heart...I like that way of putting it. I would like to use my head a bit more, but Centaurs as a race aren't known for rationality. Sure we have tactical minds, but we are an emotional people. Your words...they've helped, I feel. Thank you, Bast." She smiled at him with genuine warmth as they walked on.

"Emotions are very complicated things. But with practice and time, you can understand them, and even manipulate them." He said, walking side by side with her.

"Even though... Some times, the best thing to do is simply not repress them, and instead, express what you're feeling." he said.

"So... My lady... Today I'm at your orders." He said, with a flourished bow.

"Where do you want to go now?" He asked with a smile on his face.

Eilidh thought about his words. Right now, they could go anywhere that she said. They could go get something to eat together, or walk around the town...together. Eilidh shook her head, snapped forward and appeared to redden several hues. Why had the mere prospect of doing any of those things fill her with a completely alien feeling, like a pit in her stomach? She didn't like it. If this was one of those emotions she shouldn't repress, she'd need more practice. She wasn't ready for that.

"Can we just return to the guild for now?" she asked with a slightly apologetic air to her tone. A far cry from the stern, icy tones he may have gotten a mere day ago.

Bast wasn't certain on what was happening, but he could feel the conflicting emotions on Eilidh's voice. He somehow knew by the expression on her face and her voice that there were a lot of things going on on her head right now, but he wasn't as tactless as to not respect her regarding that.

"No problem with that. It was a long day, and I'm sure that you have a lot to think about. If you need someone to talk to, I would gladly listen to you. We can return once i leave a small note on the place where I met Lady Natasha, asking her to send the payment to the Guild." he said, before resume walking.

After quickly writing a note and letting it on the same watchtower that he first met Lady Natasha, he and Eilidh went back to the guild.

---

As they arrived on the guild, they were met with a big meeting. Almost all the members were sitting on the table, discussing what the name of the guild should be.

"After you, my dear." Bast said, opening the door for Eilidh, before entering the guild himself and looking around, seeing everyone talking about naming the guild.

"Are we late to the meeting?" Bast asked, with a smile on his face, looking to everyone.

Eilidh took a place at the table, and began eating, though her ears were upright and primed to listen in to the conversation. "Don't mind me, carry on with your conversation. I'm just hungry."