Finally they had reached their own home, a shelter made out of the scrap materials of the ships. It looked quite nice, and after reassuring the rest of the villagers that the odd-looking saber wasn't a demonic threat, Fulana laid the cat down upon a duvet she had thrown loosely on the ground.<br/><br/>Stretching her limbs from the position her hands had to stay in to channel the spell, she could finally loosen her lips from the continues stream of words that had flown out of her mouth. Looking over her shoulder she could see an odd look in the eyes of her dear friend, one she really did wanted to avoid, it was already hard enough for her to hide her own arousal. The sticky stain between her legs wasn't nearly as gone as she wished it would have been from the walk, and she quickly avoided eyecontact with Sylvia, darting her eyes around the room. She could see the soft white walls, pulsating from the pink crystals that were engraved into the metal. It was a shame a ship as powerful as theirs had crashed into the land, unable to be repaired again. She did liked the way they had created a house, just for the two of them, a small chamber with a high and low bed cut out in the main wall. And above their heads the roof was see-trough, a pink glass circular window from the spaceship, always letting trough the beautiful light of this planet. Looking up she could see the moon, high above their heads shining and eerie blue light trough the gaping walls that sufficed as doors, and a pink light trough the window above.<br/><br/>Looking over her shoulder she could see the saber was still pain, but did not really know what to do with the animal until she was able to conjure some kind of painkiller from the herbs she had collected earlier that day. She wasn't quite sure either how to take care of the animal, her ways treating others, animals or race-alike were always awkward and strange, and she only seemed to be able to be around Sylvia, her only friend. Maybe it was because her friend had a lot more patience with the strange quirks and habits of the always so lonesome and antisocial studieous mage, but she knew that if Sylvia had noticed anything from her stares and 'problem' she would definitely loose her only friend..<br/><br/>"If you take care of the gaping wounds Syl, I'll quickly try to conjure up some painkiller before I work on a way to treat the wounds tomorrow.." looking over her shoulder from the saber to her friend, she blushed softly, still uneasy about the way her friend seemed to look at her.<br/><br/>"Just wrap some cloth around it, i don't know.." She shrugged, obviously not aware how first aid worked, she hoped her friend was more able to calm the poor animal. Looking around she hurried away behind a small side-wall on the side of the chamber, dividing the little space with a small corridor with a dead end. The mage loved her little privacy in the small secluded space, just enough room to grind her herbs and brew her potions or ointments.. Each and every day the hunter could smell either horrible scents or deliciously crafted perfume like smells coming from the corner. One time she had scared her friend though, creating a loud bang and running from out of her corner with her hair all blown up and her glasses shattered in her face, not that after realising it was a false alarm the dreanei both had bursted out in laughter.<br/><br/>But this time, she took the excuse of creating the salve for the animal they had found with great pleasure, secluding herself from her friend to avoid anything she feared Sylvia had noticed from her in the woods. Something the poor studious mage had always been able to hide away..<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>