Syrisa's pretty blue eyes looked back at her guardian as Emma locked the door. Assuming that she would be on her heels Syrisa bounced down the stairs to the landing, hearing Emma right behind her. Her eyes widened as she felt the taller woman's strong hand grip her clothing and pull. The tension pushed the soft fabric against her in a very enticing way and the little mageling's slender hands shot out to brace against the wall. A breathless gasp escaped the young redhead's pretty mouth and she bit her lower lip hard. Her eyes drifted closed.<br/><br/>She blushed deeply and bit her lips harder as the tension relaxed and Emma's comment and soft laugh left the mage shaking. It took her a moment so compose herself and she looked back over her shoulder again. There was no malice in her eyes but the look was new. Syrisa's eyes were wide and there was something smoldering in that gaze. Quickly, still blushing, the redhead stumbled down the rest of the stairs, trying to shake the lingering heat she felt. It appeared that she was not the only one with tricks.<span style="color: indigo"> "E-Emma," </span>she stammered.<span style="color: indigo"> "where did you want to go first?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>