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She was mostly immune to the kind of things that might cause a human woman to blush, such as all of the flowery talk regarding her appearance. In fact, the most sophisticated of artifice was a complete waste on her. Shela was a simple woman with simple desires; food, adventure, and sleep...

The happy little daydream involving delectable treats evaporated as a mellifluous voice cut through the relative silence near to hand. She had not been dealt with by the staff of this place, yet at least. And the man that took a seat before her was most certainly not serving staff for any place...

Morning in Vel Anir. It was early in spring, yet, and mist hung in the air thick and damp and, above all else, cold. The Komodo did not like the mornings in this place. She always felt slow and sluggish first thing in the morning, or at least she would have had she not been standing in close...

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The creep of another person's magic. Vanessa was no stranger to the arcane arts herself, although truthfully her own abilities with it were extremely specific. If useful. For a long moment, running alongside the woman, she considered trying to dispel whatever it was...but she doubted that she...

She detested being ignored, but there was nothing for it now. She did not know Elbion especially well, and certainly not enough to go off on her own while in hit pursuit. She decided that she would have words with the young sorceress when all was said and done. They were gambling with people's...

She nodded curtly to the cloaked woman. There were no wasted words here. Just a task that needed to be finished. It was frightening how little there was inside her but the seething rage born of a denied future. She moved purposefully, but much like a predator in tall grass. Hips swaying, eyes...

"And I mine," she replied, voice low. Throaty. She took his arm in her hand and drew it away from her face, looking unti his eyes as if searching for something. Whatever she saw must have satisfied her, for she drew him closer, until they stood face to face, bodies pressed together...

Her face flushed slightly at his touch, but she moved no closer. Her lips parted slightly. "That is where you are wrong," she breathed. "A simple life is one I desire. Kids, a house, good, honest work. But..." She sighed softly, allowing that touch to send a shiver through her. "But it...

She was quiet for a moment, eyes dancing across his face. Trying to take the measure of a man was a trying thing to do, and that was at the best of times. And these were certainly not those. "The world is a cruel place, sometimes," she said. The truth of it was plain to see. Here they were...