kaius

"Will you please stop squirming so much," she tutted as she fixed the dark green dress that barely fit around Kaius' chest. "I'm not happy either," she scowled, dressed in a very pink-frilly gown. With heels. And white satin gloves. Gods, she hated it. "We need to sneak into the ball and...

"Tickets?" growled the orc covering the door. "Of course," Arwyl replied happily. Two coins appeared in his hand from nowhere. They weren't quite coins. They were roughly cut pieces of hammered copper. Each had the logo of the Red Stag pressed into the surface. "As I was saying..." Arwyl...

"Kaius!" Fingers dug into the mane of her black horse. Teeth grit in her mouth. Trees and branches whipped past their faces. Charcoal hair flew wildly behind her. Kaius had proven he certainly knew how to irk her. Sometimes even more than Arwyl. But the elven man had the NERVE to grab HER...