Emma was somewhat surprised to see that Syrisa was already up and at it. The reason she slept so long was because she actually had a chance to catch some real sleep, free from the young mage's ridiculous pranks and attempts to hassle her.<br/><br/>"Yeah, yeah...You know I'm a light sleeper..."<br/><br/>She readjusted the helmet that was on her head, covering her short, sandy blonde hair. She wasn't as "perfect" as the mage, but she passed off for more than average when it came to womanly charms. Underneath the armor was a toned and firm body that still had the luscious curves of a woman within her child bearing years. She was just a few years older than the mage. She was tanned after years of being outside and she was slightly taller as well, which was on the only few things she had as ammo against the lively Syrisa. And her eyes were as green as the purest sea but held the gaze of a hunting hawk...the eyes of a naturally born warrior...though many had wished she was a man, she had set those people's views straight quite quick. She wasn't one that people would enjoy being around when she's angry.<br/><br/>Though, she really didn't want to admit it, she was slightly envious of the mageling's looks at times. How she managed to be able to look like that 24/7 was a complete mystery to her. She began to wonder if the mageling was even human. Which was the case she questioned on several occasions. Shaking her head clear, she sighed as she looked back to the mageling comfortably sitting on her seat and telling her what to do...she really couldn't wait until she got the gold. Though, a slight blush came to her tanned, but smooth cheeks as she pouted and started to walk to the door.<br/><br/>"Sure...Food for your majesty...I'll get right on that..."<br/><br/>And as soon as she was out in the hallway and went for the stairs...she added one extra word,"Brat..."<br/><br/>She sighed as she went downstairs and to the barkeep at the bar. She handed him the gold that was needed to pay for the food and started giving him directions to bring the food up to the suite that she and Syrisa had, scheduled to be up at anytime that was possible to get up there. Confident that the food would be sent up soon, she returned back to the room. She looked to Syrisa still on the seat and narrowed her eyes. She started to inspect the mageling rather closely, more than she did before...she found herself surprisingly. She let out a heavy breath as she closed the door and walked away from it.<br/><br/>"The food will be arriving shortly...looks like we'll have to find a way to pass the time."<br/><br/>She reached up to her large Orcish axe and, with the sound of metal scraping on metal, took it out of its holdings and let it rest against the back of the couch. Then, with a relaxing sigh, she fell into it with a clank of her armor and a somewhat subtle groan coming from the legs of the couch. She figured she might as well relax and began unclipping her armor. Luckily, she had a pair of green cloth ankle low pants and a white tee on.<br/><br/>Her form became more visible as she let her armor off to the side besides the couch. She stretched and laid down on the couch, her long, lean legs crossing over each other as she crossed her arms behind her head as support. Against her knowing, she had given Syrisa a pretty good view of her body...the tee rising up a bit due to her pretty ample breasts, revealing a flat stomach with toned abs visible...and even revealing the "V" that indicated where her legs met her midsection.<br/><br/>She sighed through averagely plush lips as she closed her eyes...looking like she might take a nap to wait for the food to come. Hopefully the damned brat of a mage wouldn't get any funny ideas while she tried to catch some extra sleep.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>