dr xenon
Athaclenna's face is as red as a pomegranate at Shalia's offer, and begins to stammer even more. "Oh. Oh, my. Um, well. I . . . I've never . . . I mean, what if I do something wrong?" She is obviously curious, but very embarrassed at this line of talk, having lived for so much of her life in a convent-like setting.
DuckPrince
He chuckled softly, although Vrail's laugh did make his headache a bit worse. "Oh, trust me, dear, I appreciate being let down gently, rather than being punched in the face for trying. Thank you for the help" He shrugged before he let his head tilt, so he could see if Beorin was still there. "What about you, pretty blonde? Must I give up too?" He asked the blonde dwarf. "Although.. even if I am not your type or preferred gender, I will still enjoy the sight." He concluded.The sudden burst of laughter from Vrail sounded like a bagpiper falling down a canyon slope. When the piper finally hit the floor after refusing to end his musical piece, and the final echo finished, Vrail looked down at the now alert Tiefling.
"Saurian culture is very advanced in all things, my friend," Vrail said gently and sincerely, "but please take no offense when I say that I do not consider males appealing in that way."
he pauses to see if Kalvin is offended, then continues.
"I'm glad to see you awake, I was merely moving you someplace comfortable to sleep off the draught."
Sherwood
Beorin smiles and shakes his head. "While the offer is . . . flattering, I have taken various oaths when I joined the Holy Order, one of which was chastity. I would not wish to break my vows."He chuckled softly, although Vrail's laugh did make his headache a bit worse. "Oh, trust me, dear, I appreciate being let down gently, rather than being punched in the face for trying. Thank you for the help" He shrugged before he let his head tilt, so he could see if Beorin was still there. "What about you, pretty blonde? Must I give up too?" He asked the blonde dwarf. "Although.. even if I am not your type or preferred gender, I will still enjoy the sight." He concluded.
With a quavering, quiet voice, the elf replies, "Yes."
Evora had taken quite a bit of time rounding up what meat could be used from the wyverns and discarding most of the viscera, save for the hearts.
Even dead, skinned and partially dismembered, the creatures had her gripped with fear. She used anything she could to avoid touching the mess as she moved the meat into a sack.
She ran, awkwardly carrying the gore to the wagon.
In the carriage she wrapped it all in some parchment and then placed it back into the sack. She attacked the sack to a nearby broom handle and carried it that way on her way back she would need to find a place to trim, debone and clean it before anything could be done with it.
Evora returned to the rest of the group still wet and now a bit dirty and started cleaning up.
It looked like the ship's deck hadn't been holystoned in some time so she forwent the mopping and simply swept the waste overboard.
Eventually, Evora finished her almost painfully unpleasant task. She hadn't seen any easy means to clean up on a the ship, so she figured she would have to take a bird bath with the drinking water later.
Looking as if she had seen a ghost, Evora returned to her master's side, meatsack held out away from her. She set it by him and knelt down idly as he worked on the pelt before finally speaking up.
"The deck is clear of wy-wyvern remains, Master Toryk." She stammered some, even the word created a knot in her stomach. She was convinced the task was meant as a punishment. "I beg your forgiveness for my cowardice." She pleaded, bringing her head down to meet the deck, her horns making a light tap against the wood. "And I accept any and all punishment you deem necessary."
Despite the intent behind whatever he thought up would be for her tribulation, she anticipated pleasure in being able to redeem herself some. She hated to disappoint, in the very least she could find solace in Toryk taking out his irritation and disappointment on her.
D. Rex
Diella frowns slightly at Toryk's offhanded remarks, then gives a nod at Kalvienne leaving. She can sympathize with his reaction. Differences in worldviews or not, though, she'd hate to leave in the middle of a task, so Diella stays, but looks up and turns to Toryk after a while. "No matter your... relationship, Evora is a person, too. Please do try to respect that."
Though Diella dislikes the concept of slavery, too, she feels ill-equipped to argue about larger societal problems. As someone who has conversed with animals before, where is she even supposed to draw the line if she starts talking about one being claiming ownership of another? Showing some manner of kindness (or at least common courtesy) to others hasn't killed anyone before, however, as far as she can tell.
Thus, when Evora returns and reports on her progress, Diella quickly speaks up, "Thank you so much for your hard work. And don't think anything of it; I'm certain you've been doing your best." She looks back at Toryk with an expectant smile and a small, encouraging nod. Sometimes, all that people needed was a slight nudge in the right direction.
Pumpkin Spice Cyanide
Shalia giving the lovely elf no time to change her mind, gently moves closer to Athaclenna and pulls the elf into a kiss. Moments later she ends the kiss and starts to lead the Athalenna to whichever of their rooms that is closer to where they are on the ship. Once in the room fade to black naughtiness begins.
Felis
D. Rex
Diella can't help but smile a little broader when Toryk - despite his obvious exasperation - addresses Evora in a more polite manner than before. The "dealing with you tonight" isn't exactly what she had in mind, but every little step counts, doesn't it?Evora almost couldn't believe the brass on that girl; Diella.
Who did she think she was answering for Toryk?
In addition to being in shock of her willingness to overstep, Evora was a bit irritated.
Toryk could have very well found more fault in her for putting him in the situation of having to deal with Diella trying to tell him how and what to do. If she hadn't messed up, she wouldn't need be reprimanded and Diella wouldn't be lecturing him.
The girl was just as likely to make things worse for her than better by not minding her own business.
Evora ignored her entirely, unenthused by her gesture.
She lived and breathed the conditions of her status as a slave and her relationship to her master. It was all she knew, and from where she sourced her sense of responsibility and satisfaction.
She rose to a kneel and responded simply and directly.
"Yes, Master Toryk."
Well intentioned as they may have been, Diella's comments found no favor in either of their ears.
She took her leave of them and began to make her way across the deck.
A feeling of gratification put a pep in her step as Toryk alluded to her penance later on in the evening.
The intricacies of slave etiquette and doctrine had all acclimated her to place her keeper's contentment over all else.
The tendency of disciplining her having a soothing effect on them made Evora derive a similar sense of fulfillment from it.
Her specific fondness for Toryk only exaggerated this.
Pumpkin Spice Cyanide
anything else you'd like to do?
Pumpkin Spice Cyanide
, why don't we see how things are going at The Town of Birth?
Chuckles
