To say Y'vaste was intrigued was an understatement. When the shimmering swarm of pixies had begun to gather before her, she had expected them to try and take her down with sheer numbers. The last thing she had expected was worship. But in felt right, in a very ego-stroking way. She watched the swirling currents of fey entranced while listening to their sung words, captivated by their offer. Having to chase down the fey would be bothersome, she was fast but they were many. But here she was offered a far more thrilling course of action. Even if it meant she would likely spend more bored wandering around in the forest afterwards, the allure of violence and sex seemed impossible to resist.<br/><br/>Stretching out a hand for the pixies to sit on, Y'vaste grinned broadly with fiery eyes.<i>"Such words of wisdom, such delightful praise."</i>She purred, sticking out her naked chest a little in a prideful stance. The complicated arcane markings covering every inch of her body lighting up slightly.<i>"Why, I find myself tempted by promises sweeter than the blood of fey. How curious and surprising indeed. Tis rare that I find something new, and rarer be it still that words halt my steps."</i>Her eyes wandered over the others present. The warrior now having retrieved his shield and sword, the new arrival still standing there confused, and finally the ramen between her legs.<br/><br/>The elf peered at the mutant creature curiously, as if only now just noticing. A purr fell from her lips as she spied the bulge his trousers failed to hide. Moving her foot over, she carefully started to caress Foran's shaft with the sole of her foot. Eyes looking up to his face while the spaded tip of her tail ran over his chest, poking the logo inscribed on the crest.<i>"T'would be easy to accept, no?"</i>She asked the ramen beneath her.<i>"One cannot be thought off less for it. Tis not her duty to tend to the lost, after all."</i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>