<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Sybille was leaning back with her eyes closed, enjoying the warm water. But Shadow had to ruin her moment by poking fun at her nipples. She jerked out of surprise and her eyes grew wide open. She quickly covered her breasts by crossing her arms, <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"My nipples are fine!"</span> she said blushing furiously, trying to find a good comeback for the remark but all she had was, <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"Your nipples look like glow-in-the dark blueberries!"</span> she said as she flicked one them with her fingers.<br/>
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She looked up at Marek who was standing at the edge of the pool, claiming her had to show them something. It cause her to quirk a well sculpted eyebrow. She nodded slowly when he dragged both their minds out of the gutter, <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"Okay...?"</span> She briefly glanced at Shadow before turning back to Marek. Her mouth was agape when she saw him shift. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"You're a changeling..."</span> She kind of felt sorry for him. She met Changelings before and almost all of them had tragic backgrounds. It's like they're cursed or something. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"It's fine, Marek. You can still joiiin..."</span> her sentence trailed off when a Drow appeared behind the Monk.<br/>
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Sybille visibly stiffened. Ever since she was a little girl the tales of Drow disgusted her. Creatures that live deep in the Underdark, enslaving all who didn't meet their expectations or beliefs. basically if you weren't Drow you were a slave. Sybille even fought alongside them back in her sailing days...she still didn't like them.<br/>
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She glared at Shadow with a sideways look when she confused to take joy in watching Elri interact with other Elves. Ugh...perhaps this partnership was a mistake....She sighed audibly, <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"Stop it,"</span> she told Shadow. Knowing she was trying to get a rise out of her. Well....it worked. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"By the Gods, Marek. Get in the water already."</span> she threw her frustration at him instead. But she had to admit, if it weren't for the disappointingly inexperience the Monk had she wouldn't mind giving that blue rod of his a try.</span>