Harem Of Fur

[dragonrazor]

Raven: Main Hall

Raven nodded slowly, slipping his sword back into its sheath. He cleared his throat, letting the others introduce themselves, then turned to look at the ladies. "I apologize. Where I am from, when we declare something on our honor, we do it with our swords held high in salute. It is...a habit I should have already broken, but one I am still in possession of. Regardless, you will be safe here."

Raven turned to the new Knight, and frowned. "A MageKnight, hmm? That should prove an interesting combination. I believe there are a few rooms in both the main tower and the basement available. If you would like, pick one that suits your needs. And if you need anything, be sure and let the rest of us know. If any of us knows what it is, we may also know how to procure it. For now, I think I will retire to my quarters."

He started towards one of the doors lining each side of the great hall.

 

[monique_minx]

Alexis watched disinterestedly at the various conversations and announcements around the rooms, her ears pricking at some mumbles she caught but for the most part she was just curious…and bored. Her cotton tail was constantly twitching in frustration and she tossed her violet locks with a sigh. Trixie seemed very frightened and Alexis wrapped her arm around her waist protectively, giving the Papillion a smile.

She looked over as special skills were asked for but still remained quiet although she could read and write, Alexis couldn’t fight; it had been her speed that had saved her from the initial attack. She blinked her thoughts back from the memories, refusing to think about how horribly her parents had been made to suffer and looked up in time to see Master Wolf smile at the pair of them to which she nodded and gave a small tight lipped smile in return.

She smirked as he referred to the pair of them though; he wasn’t calling her sweet in the days before the attacks but rather frustrating and impatient. Alexis shrugged innocently in his direction and her ears finally relaxed. Her eyes however were moving over the room insistently in discovery of all those that surrounded her.

Then Trixie whispered in her ear, “Alexis? Do you think we’ll truly be safe here?”

Alexis took a deep breath and smiled at her, “I don’t know sweetie but we’ve got each other right? You know I’m always gonna be here for you and we have Master David, I suppose in time we’ll get to know everyone else too. At least there are still some of us left…I was beginning to worry…” She trailed off and her ears twitched and hid her face again, clearly she was wondering the same thing and also how her life would change in this new place.

 

[RoleplayCatgirl]

Jezebelle - Main Hall

Jezebelle looked around at the other harem girls gathered in the main hall again after the Masters had gone through their various introductions. So, the rabbit and dog are already claimed by that one...better be on my best behavior around them, lest they go running back to tattle.

The one called Raven had asked them if there were any special skills amongst them, and Jezebelle narrowed her eyes briefly at the implications...what sort of 'skills' might he be hoping they would admit to? Not that it seemed to matter, as not a one was saying anything. In the end, she made her way to the front of the small pack and addressed the dais.

"If we're still going to be allowed to have names...Mas-ters...mine is Jezebelle. Yes, I can read and write passably. I also know how to put up a good fight, thanks to those hairless bastards where I came from, can be stealthy when needed, and I'm a pretty good thief. As for any other...skills...I don't have any, because I've avoided any such experience with humans." She spit the word out like a curse, and even turned her head to the side and spit onto the floor. True, she would very likely be beaten into proper submission, and she'd deserve it. However, Jezebelle wanted it known from the beginning how she felt about this just-slightly-better alternative to death.

 

[Rayne_Clowd]

Vivica stood to one side of the group, her back held straight and her head and gray tail high. She had been cleaned and nourished on arrival, so was at least presentable once more. Her gray appaloosa coat now clean so the white spots were visible she was wearing a red harem outfit sheer encrusted with sequins. Had everyone in this room not been here for the same reason, they would highly doubt the hell she had been through for Vivica showed little signs. Her pain and discomfort was internal, she felt she had let her people down. That was a wound that would not heal.

But perhaps she could make amends by serving the harem. She was about to step forward and announce her skills when a man flashed out of no where and was smacked in the face with a book, she snorted in surprise but quickly recovered realizing it was magic, she was comfortable with most magic due to her gypsy upbringing and heritage so it was a skill she accepted without question although she could have lived without the fright. She listened to the one named Raven finish his speech and her eyes caught sight of the one looming in the shadows.

Once the master wolf had finished and the cat had shown her contempt Vivica thought it was about time to break the ice and be productive...........or at least a distraction from the Cats disrespect, the others did not need to see any more upset today. Stepping forward and slightly in front of the disgruntled cat, the sheer skirt swaying around her legs her tail swishing with the movement of her hips.

"I am Vivica, I am a Gypsy from the north......the last of my caravan. I have known no Master nor Mistress, but I am willing to serve this harem as it has offered me salvation and life. I can read and write, and although I am only use to scribing herbal recipes for my mama who was the medicine women of our herd, I am sure I can be useful to other written tasks. I also have a knowledge of herbs, tarot, potions and candles." she bowed her head slightly in the direction of the Masters and Mistresses before her and then stepped back.

 

[dragonrazor]

Raven: Still in the hall

At the two who had specified that they could write, Raven stopped walking, considering their responses. He had to admit, the fiery nature of the one calling herself Jezebelle made him smile. He turned to face her again, then tilted his head, regarding her. "Good. I expect you to help defend the other young ladies. Mayhap even teach them how to fight. However, I would have to see your skills in thievery and stealth first hand before I could assess them. And believe me, I would be the one to test you on that."

With that, he turned to the young mare, Vivica, and smiled again. "Herblore? How are your skills as a healer? I have a feeling that with this group, even if there wasn't a war, we'd need a skilled one. Would you be kind enough to gather a list of any useful skills the other girls might have? Anything at all. Even the most mundane skill or talent may prove to be an asset. And also, if you can, write a list of any herbs you might need, and we will try to acquire them. We have no doctor or priest here at the moment."

 

[yeishia]

Selene - Main Hall

Selene relaxed a little when she realized that this wasn’t to be a formal presentation of the slaves as she had thought but more of an unofficial presentation of their new Masters. The bright lights in the hall were giving her a headache, and as she had excellent hearing she unfurled her wings and quietly glided up to a dark corner of the ceiling and hung upside down from a convenient projection. This position gave her an excellent vantage position from to watch the proceedings taking stock of both the masters and the other slaves.

Soon her mind wandered to her more pressing concerns that of whom or what she was and where she had come from. Obviously she was some sort of bat but the mirror had clearly shown her that she was mixed with something else; the longer ears and her small furry tail clear indicators that she was not of pure blood. A hybrid bat and a slave, simply perfect ........and a horny hungry one at that!

For the first time Selene smiled at her wayward thoughts, bringing her attention back to her new Masters; she needed someone to dance for, someone to pleasure, someone to fuck; a nice bite of His strong neck wouldn’t come amiss either……..

 

[Rayne_Clowd]

"I have basic medicine skills Master Raven, and yes I will try to compile a list" Vivica was a little worried about the second part of the task it seemed she had been set, alot of the Harem did not seem to be in the mood to want to open up but it seemed this Master was keen to get organized without any hesitation or attempt to really allow the girl's to settle. But it was not her place to question so she simply lowered her eyes closing her long lashes and nodded in agreement.

She was grateful the other Master's seemed to be easing into the new life, she brought her attention back to the remaining Masters in front of her wondering if they had anything to say or any instructions for the Harem.

 

[yeishia]

Selene - Main Hall

She listened to the requests for skills, damn it! she couldn’t remember if she had any beyond those of pleasure slave and dancer; would those benefit the harem as a whole especially one she might try and escape from.

But for now she needed to regain her memory and be accepted here. Her mind made up she swooped down and landed softly in front of the dais. She was a vision in softness, oozing sex appeal and subtle allure, she made one want two reach out and simply touch.

Hesitantly she spoke. " My name was Selene if it pleases my Masters I seem to have lost my memory it is coming back in bits and piece slowly. I am unsure of the skills that I posses. I do remember that I am a trained pleasure slave and that I danced for the pleasure of my last Master whose name I cannot yet recall!"

She looked up from beneath her long lashes, " There is turmoil and disquiet here perhaps I could teach a dance class.. Hmm stretching, ballet. " A fragment of memory resurfaced, “Oh! and I am skilled at the Art of Message too; Therapeutic, Tantric and Erotic." Selene blushed looking to the ground silent.

Suddenly she spoke again. “A..and I require b..blood if it pleases you,” she stammered out. Trembling she wrapped her wings around herself as if for protection, trembling from her head to her dainty toes, had she overstepped?

 

[deevo]

Marcus - Main Hall; speaking to Selene

Marcus frowned as Raven strode across the hall, calling on the harem to make known their skills. The man simply wanted to organise; Ayus could understand that. But he showed little understanding of the human condition, his years spent perfecting the art of Bladeflash clearly stumping his growth in that regard. It was something Marcus strove to always improve - when you knew how a man felt, you also knew how he moved, which was often the difference between life and death.

Raven moved with purpose, his voice proud, his gestures grand. It belied an obvious truth to Marcus - the man was terrified. As they should all be, he conceded; they had watched families, friends, slaves and Masters slaughtered for no discernible reason. Rallying the troops kept Raven from cracking. Ayus would not prevent the man from doing what he needed to in order to stay effective, but he would have a few words in private, far from the harem.

Jezebelle’s aggression was interesting, but it would only be a hindrance later on. Even if the cat didn’t want to be here, the fact remained that she was, and would have to abide by certain rules. Ayus hid a smile - Shana would take great pleasure in breaking this one. His ears pricked as Selene - was that her name? Even she didn’t seem sure - mentioned her abilities as a masseuse. That certainly sounded useful right then, even if her request was strange. Marcus took a few steps forward and fixed her with a slight smile.

“Blood, you say?,” he said in an even, crisp tone, his hands locked behind his back. “We can inform the kitchen to retain the blood of any animals they slaughter, if that is suitable? Remember always that we will do our best to ensure your comfort here. We are not hard men, and we are aware that you have all endured hardships.

“Now,” he continued, turning back towards his room, “if the other Masters have no need of me, I will retire to my chambers. Selene, once you are settled, I may call on your skills to work some troublesome knots out of my back.” And with that he walked to his chamber, situated just off the main hall.

 

[Tyyrlym]

Jedia, Main Hall

Jedia lounged towards the back of the harem, simply watching. Her new masters were an interesting lot. Nothing like her old master at all. The one waving the sword around seemed to be earnest in his pronouncement, if a bit melodramatic. The rest, well it didn't much matter what she thought of them at the moment. Speeches and introductions were nice and all but until she had some time alone with each of them she'd save her judgements.

She kept quiet when they asked for skills, she had none like they were looking for. Reading and writing weren't important skills amongst the nomads and the ability to locate a watering hole or know which rocks were most likely to hide lizards or lichen weren't going to apply much here. As for the rest of her skills, well she as a harem girl now, they'd most likely be assumed.

Reaching up she gently massaged one of her white and brown breasts. They were already starting to ache with fullness.

 

[ShadowFighter15]

Corwyn shouldered one of his bags and started the other two levitating. "Unless you need me for something else, I might check out the tower and start setting up if I find a good room for a lab." He turned to the women in the room. "Any of you ladies want to come with? I'd appreciate someone to talk to." He smiled as he spoke, hoping they'd see he was asking them, not ordering them. Whatever they'd been through, Corwyn figured that ordering any of them around this soon would cause a lot of trouble. Possibly a paranoid idea, but it was exceedingly rare to find a mage who wasn't a bit paranoid.

 

[Rayne_Clowd]

Vivica watched the mage with amazement and given her skills thought she may be of use to him, she stepped forward and glanced around at all the masters then back at Corwyn "Master Corwyn, if it pleases you and none of the other Masters are in need of me or wishing to speek to me. Perhaps I can help you get settled in your lab" she bowed her head respectfully not being forceful in her offer at all as it is his and the Masters choice what she does.

When she lifted her eyes she looked at Corwyn and out of the corner of her eye she noticed the on in the shadows, and although he did not frighten her she was curious about him........

 

[yeishia]

Selene - Main Hall- Reaction to Marcus!

Selene looked up from beneath her lashes as one of the Masters approached her; her body instinctively responding to his virile good looks. Lean and Muscular he oozed raw sex appeal buried under something far more dangerous. She shivered, her wings folding back behind her an automatic reaction giving him free access to her charms if he so wished it.

“Blood, you say?” his voice matched his appearance. Selene preferred her blood fresh but she couldn’t be to picky here and so nodded her acceptance of his offer her tummy growling audibly at the prospect of decent sustenance.

As he turned back towards his room the sexual tension which had been building in her at his proximity dropped a notch, only to jump up again at his next casually delivered words! “Selene, once you are settled, I may call on your skills to work some troublesome knots out of my back.”

For the first time she met his gaze her eyes liquid pools of need, as she quickly a dropped a small fluid curtsy, “It would be my pleasure to serve you My Lord,”

To her own surprise she found that she meant her softy uttered words.......

 

[ShadowFighter15]

Corwyn turned to the equine woman. "Thank you, but please don't call me Master; titles make my skin crawl." As they started walking he looked over his shoulder at her.

"You mentioned you'd had some training as a herbalist, didn't you? You'll have to forgive my professional curiosity, but you might have a different perspective on herbalism than most mages. We're all taught the same thing in a pretty structured order: this does this, this mixed with this does this, these three together will give you four months worth of energy for five seconds at which point you're entire body'll shut down... okay that last one's an exaggeration but the point is we can be a little narrow-minded about just what to mix together. With your help, and a bit of luck, I might just be able to improve on a few concoctions I've been working on."

 

[Rayne_Clowd]

Walking with Master Corwyn

Vivica fell into step behind Corwyn at his acceptance of her offer "I am sorry Corwyn I thought all Masters were to be addressed as such, you may call me what you wish but my name is Vivica" she closed her eyes and bowed her head in apology and respect.

She opened her eyes again and continued following him, listening to his hopeful expectation "I will do my best to assist you Corwyn, I am not sure if my knowledge will be to your standard but it did serve my herd well" her voice grew a little sorrowful at the mention of her herd.

She bowed her head to the Master lurking in the shadows as they passed him exiting the room, she was very curious about him. Returning her attention to Corwyn she trotted to catch up to him. Still in awe of the bags that levitated and followed him "You are very skilled Mas...I mean Corwyn" she hoped he would not mind her speaking out of turn if it was to praise his skill. She was still adapting to the life of a Harem girl, so even though she was dressed the part Vivica was at a disadvantage to alot of the other slaves........she had never known a master or a mistress.

 

[RoleplayCatgirl]

Jezebelle - Main Hall

"Good. I expect you to help defend the other young ladies. Mayhap even teach them how to fight. However, I would have to see your skills in thievery and stealth first hand before I could assess them. And believe me, I would be the one to test you on that."

Jezebelle nodded to the first of what Raven said to her. Yes, she would be willing to assist in defending the other women; Unlike the Masters and Mistresses, she had a kinship with the harem girls, all the more so now that they were all sisters of a sort. Besides, it was something to do besides bow to the needs of these men and women, while still retaining the protection they offered.

To the rest...the man's need to test her skills...she took that as something of a personal challenge. As the degree of hatered towards the furries had grown higher, so had her need to sneak about her home town and occasionally steal food and money from street venders, open windows, and the like. She was confident Raven wouldn't be disappointed in what she could show. But this little 'test' of his would be entirely on her terms. If he wanted to know just how skilled she was in stealth and thieving, then she would just have to steal something of his. Maybe that sword he seemed to be so proud of waving around.

Jezebelle watched the man from the corner of her eye, avoiding being too obvious. She wanted to know where he intended to room, so she could slip in and lift one or two trinkets when she got the chance. She hoped that time would be soon; She was looking forward to this.

 

[dragonrazor]

Raven: In the hall, heading for the kitchen.

Raven knew the look of a predator sizing up their prey. It was a rather obvious look, even amongst the distractions. He had to smile at that, even as he nodded at the others. So far, the needs of the girls had been taken care of. Then he frowned, noting that some of the girls looked worse for wear. He pondered what to do about that, then nodded slowly.

"Many of you would probably feel better after a hot bath and some good food, I'm sure. The bath is one of the old style. We actually had it designed based on old hot springs, so it is for the most part, separated. It is through that doorway back there." He pointed in the direction of the rear of the hall, in the western corner.

"The kitchen is on the opposite side. If any of you are allergic to anything, we would appreciate the forewarning. The chef is quite proud of his repertoire, and always looking to expand upon it, so if any of you have any recipes of your respective homelands, feel free to share them with him."

He turned back to Jezebelle with an almost evil grin. "As for you, I will be eating, and then I shall take great pleasure in designing a test for you." With that, he turned on his heel and headed for the kitchen, stopping in the room closest to it for a slate and several chunks of kaolinite.

 

[ShadowFighter15]

"Even if calling us master is a rule, it's one I'll happily ignore. And don't feel the need to apologise; you used the title because you thought you had to, can't blame you for that." They continued up the stairs as he replied to her remark about her skills.

"I'm sure you'll be fine; even if I can't improve those potions then I'll at least have someone to help me. Never liked working on my own if I didn't have to." When she complimented his talent, he chuckled a little. Not a mocking one, but one of genuine amusement.

"You're saying that after my arrival before?" he gestured to the bags. "Levitation like this is beginner stuff. The only hard part is not letting them drift off and-" he paused as he noticed a bag missing. "Oh hell; not again!" A quick gesture and the missing bag flew in from a side passage.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Nexus~Main Hall/Mistress Room

After hearing the words of the knight errants and watching the responses of certain female members, Nexus had had enough. The drama inherent to this situation was almost more than she could bear and so she withdrew, silently, back to what would be her room.

She had heard mention of the bathing chambers and would go there, when she felt up to par. For the nonce, though, she wanted nothing but solitude and a place to get herself together, none of that would be happening in the main room. Too many women who smelled of prey, too many men who made her nervous. Far too many hormones which needed to be controlled.

Nexus wandered to the room on the left, her eyes widening in appreciation for the muted colors, lovely tapestries, rich carpeting. She stripped away the robe she had wrapped around herself upon arrival and headed for the vanity stand with it's ornately gilded mirror. Giving herself a critical once over~ she grabbed her only real possession, her mother's brush, and began to work the knots and gnarls from her long red hair. The soothing motion eased her and brought to mind thoughts of happier times.

Eventually, she finished and began to groom her fur, using a comb to get the twigs and other things that had been left behind in her travels. That particular chore took an hour or more as she had allowed her fur to become a mess in her despair.

After checking herself again for anything missed, she wrapped herself in the robe and headed for the grotto (the bathing chambers) hoping like hell that no one would come upon her until she was ready. She wasn't in any shape to be nice right now and couldn't fake it just yet. Mayhap she would let the Master's have answers to their questions when she finished.

 

[Fira]

Trixie: Main Room

Trixie let out a low growl as the one called Jezebelle spoke. Such disrespect for the Masters was uncalled for. The Horse, Vivica, seemed to be trying to ease some of the tension the other had caused, however Trixie watched them both carefully, trying to decipher how much of each one’s words were an act. With all the free flowing emotions in the room, it was hard for her to determine from where each came.

She shivered slightly, ears twitching at each sound in the room. Her eyes caught the dark clad one, standing in the shadows, and her hackles rose slightly. Something seemed wrong there, but she wasn’t sure if it was her place to draw attention to it. Her skills had been recognized while she was still a pup, and they had been refined some, but her full potential had not yet been reached in her special skill. It would take much practice and guidance to fully hone her abilities.

Rising slowly to her feet, legs trembling as she took a few hesitant steps forward, She knelt in front of the remaining Masters and Mistresses, eyes lowered. In a quiet voice that belied her inner turmoil at the myriad of thoughts seething around her, Trixie finally spoke. “If it pleases the Masters and Mistresses of our new home, the name I was given is Trixie. I am what is called an “Empath”; I can sense the emotions and feelings of those around me, as well as pick up on their thoughts on occasion. I…my skill in this area has not been completely tested, nor has it been refined.”

She looked up quickly at the Masters and Mistresses in front of her, hoping she hadn’t spoken out of turn.

 

[AbrasiveYouth]

Master Abra watched the gathering of these...people. The slaves and the so called "masters". So far, he was unimpressed. He knew the men in his brotherhood, having offered his blade in assistance for several of them. Duty came before personal feeling, but his opinion of them was next to nothing. It was the way he was brought up and the way he lived his life. No one could change it, then again no one dared to. He remained silent as several explained ideas and skills. Showing how useful they will be to the cause and making sure everyone understood their own self worth. He just shook his head at all this. Sure, it was a way of greeting, warming up to one another and getting comfortable. One of the masters even claims to protect these women from the invading hordes. This was a false and exaggerated truth. The truth being, nearly all these people would most likely die. Not just the slaves, but the masters themselves. Great strength and flashy magic can only keep you alive against so many enemies. Even the greatest swordsman would find it to be rather challenging, fighting fifty trained soldiers against their own. Even with a God behind them, the enemy offered the same to match. He found it naive of them, somewhat of childish to think all things would be so easy.

It was obvious that few of these "masters" actually could swing the title. He could overhear the conversations around him, some offering such sweetness to the slaves. The magician specifically, hearing him talk to the mare in such a sweet manor. Do not call you Master? What are you, a regular servant? He had worked hard over the years to acquire this title, but others would seem to discard it quickly. How sweet, he thought to himself. Some deserved these titles, as well as the weapons sheathed on their forms. David Wolf being one such man, one of the few he offered respect and didn't mock the words from his mouth. He had fought with him once before, in a battle long ago and forgotten by most. Abra however, could never forget a detail of life. It was all you have...until its ripped away from you. Instead of offering anything beyond his own silence, a groan escapes his lips as he turns away from the group. They had seen him, that was enough. Besides, a life of silence and misunderstanding language had left him without a desire for conversation.

A person can say so much without every moving their lips.

He was onward to the bathhouse, using his tiger senses to pick up the trail. He could smell the perfumes of the heated water, the distant steaming room. He travels onward towards it, a desire to wash his wounds and rest his bones in the waters. He arrives alone, for the time being. Silence being his preference, his ally in his time of need. His sword is laid down besides a nearby steaming pool, his torn and dirty robes falling from his powerful frame. His body was covered in scars, reminders of battles fought, won, and lost. Fresh cuts and bruises persist, his body a painting of violets and reds. He lowered his frame into the heated pool, a groan escaping his throat and he leans his head back. He would deal with his brothers after he was rested.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Nexus~Bathing Chamber

Nexus made her way from her room, through the main hall and slave quarters before finally reaching the grotto. Her senses told her someone else was already inside but it didn't matter, she needed a bath!

She slipped inside the door, her eyes shifting to catch a glimpse of the one who had made it before her. It was a Master, by the look, a fairly taciturn young man who was covered in bruises and scars. She heard his almost silent groan as he slid into the heated waters, so she took a step in the opposite direction to find her own pool in which to soak. She didn't have it within her to be the perfect Mistress/Beta today. One wrong word would easily bring the Storm within, out.

Even so, she moved stealthily, trying to hide her presence from him. The pool she chose was as far away from his solitude as she could manage and screened by overhanging brush. SHe stripped the robe away and tossed it onto a nearby rock before easing her body down into the heated depths of her chosen spot.

'Ooo' A sigh which Nexus fought to quiet. The water felt lovely though, and her body thanked her profusely as the heat worked all the nasty aches and pain away. She couldn't recall just how many humes had felt her teeth at their throats in the last moments of their lives, but it had to have been many. Her body had developed unseemly muscles for a femme furry and even proper grooming would never really hide the scars from the blades that had found their marks within her flesh. Nexus shook those thoughts away. Didn't matter. She would behave as a Mistress ought, teaching the females her own special sets of skills.

One only hoped the storm would not crash down upon them before the harem had enough lessons to give them a fighting chance. With that thought, Nexus slid down until only her muzzle was above the water. She shut her mind down and thought no more, only enjoyed the heat and clean the water left behind.

 

[Bsquad]

Master Xavier: Circling the Harem

Xavier watched the masters slowly walk amongst the slaves, working through them and learning. There were a lot of different personalities amongst the Masters, some seemed kind, some seemed harsh, all of them were together in a bond of the brotherhood. Before he had been met, he was not a worshiper of the god that they all shared...but he did appreciate the beauty of the females in the harem. As he looked around at them, his eyes met those of one of the other masters and he couldn't help but feel that the other man had been judging the rest of the knights. Xavier's violet eyes surveyed the other warrior and then slowly drifted back to the women. Those who decided to judge him without knowing him were treading dangrously. On impulse, he raised a hand to get the attention of the Tigress who was one of the mistresses and beconed her over to him at once. His arms crossed as he waited for her to come to him...and noticing the subtle glance from the mare as she passed by him, following Corywn out of the Harem. He examined her casually and smiled, perhaps he would have to spend some time with her.

"Tell me Mistress...which of the slaves would be best for me? I require some relaxation after a rather long day's duties?" He asked the tigress as his eyes surveyed the harem and the females. His tone was casual, and he slowly looked over at the Tigress at last, his violet eyes gazing at her, waiting for the response.

 

[Rayne_Clowd]

Walking to tower with Master Corwyn

Vivica listened to Corwyn and nodded, she would try to do her best to be of assistance to him. She held back a giggle when he mentioned his arrival, she did not like to point out flaws in anyone, but it had been very clumsy.

As he spoke of the ease of levitation she couldn't help but giggle when he noticed the missing bag, she giggled then quickly covered her hand over her mouth "Sorry Cowryn" she lowered her eyes it had been disrespectful of her but still a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. This Master amused her and allowed her to relax, he did not seem as imposing or as intimidating as perhaps the other masters were. "Did you wish me to carry the bags ...so they did not venture away from you Cowryn?" she did not want to insult him.

 

[babygurll1968]

Keera watched the actions around the room,she tried to follow all the new names and skills from everyone but finally grumbled low and leaned back against her sister. She was tired,her body sore from the long trials they had faced days before. She felt her sisters hand run through her mane comfortingly,she felt the loud purr begin deep in her throat.

Kiara gave her sister a tender look as she rubbed her mane,"Sister,ease your mind. We are here now,there is no changing the past.'She spoke softly to her dozing twin. She reached beside her and pulled her lyre out and began to softly strum its strings.She forgot she was amid numerous people,playing her instrument always soothed both herself and Keera.Her voice fell from her lips in a soft melody,thinking she could only be heard by Keera.

Her eyes closed as she played and sang softly,she was the comforting voice in her sisters life,they comforted each other when they could. Kiara's fingers danced over the silver strands of the lyre,not looking knowing the instrument as if it was born to her.