Syrisa Ir'Vhetao had gotten up early, reluctantly crawling from her bed to bathe and brush out the long silky scarlet hair that fell past her slim shoulder. She hummed softly to herself as she weaved it into a tight braid that hung down behind her. As always a few stray strands had managed to escape and hang in front of her eyes to inevitably bother her and be repeatedly tucked behind delicate ears over and over throughout the day. She did not have time to think about that now though. She had to get dressed and to that end slipped into a simple fitted robe, belted at the waist and slipped the thin-bladed dagger into the sheathe at her hip. She had never had to use it and was not even sure if she could.<br/><br/>It was not terribly relevant though. She had her magic. She controlled the very essence of creation and destruction. not only that, the young woman of only nineteen seasons was a prodigy. She could conjure better than her professors before she was fifteen. That was why she had hired the bodyguard. She had decided to go seek entry to the royal colleges of magic. the only problem was that it was a very long trek and as she had never been there it would be much to dangerous to attempt to teleport. She had learned quickly that, despite her immense amount of book learning, she was ill-equipped to handle the mundane affairs of transportation, lodging, and protection. Well mostly, this Inn looked just too good to pass up so they had (rather, SHE had) decided that they needed to stay.<br/><br/>She was lucky to have found a bodyguard that was so much fun. Not only was she reasonably intelligent with a good sense of humour, she was so much fun to tease. Syrisa found her bodyguard to be both lethal and interestingly naive. She had taken it upon herself to tease and light-heartedly torment the poor girl as often as she could manage. naturally, as the gold was good, Emma kept her discontent and discomfort to herself. The night a naked and freshly showered Syrisa had slipped into the same bedroll "for warmth" had been worth the few bruises that she had received as the pretty young warrior had frantically crawled out of the bedroll.<br/><br/>The young mage giggled to herself as she thought about it while sitting in front of the silvered mirror. She examined herself, frowning softly at the few freckles that dotted the bridge of her nose and the upper curves of her cheeks, marring her otherwise perfect face. She did not like them but there was nothing that she could do. With a sigh, she tucked the stray hair again behind her ear and hurried to the common room. She crept out as quietly as she could, smiling when she saw that Emma was not yet up.<br/><br/>Plopping down on a soft seat she began to read her spellbook, committing the incantations to memory again, as she did every day. She smiled as she heard the handle turn and looked up at the still waking warrior the stepped into the room.<span style="color: indigo"> "Good morning oh powerful protector"</span>She said with a little too much gusto, even thought she had seen the warrior take down more than a few brigands that had meant to harm her.<span style="color: indigo">"you know, it's a good thing that no one has ever had the sense to attack us early in the morning because it would be hours before you even woke to notice."</span><br/><br/>She had to hide her smile behind her book but her slender form trembled slightly with suppressed laughter at the look she received for her comment.<span style="color: indigo">"Now, you really should go sort out some food for us. I would say breakfast, but it is probably past that."</span>Again she favoured the warrior with a sincere smiled.<span style="color: indigo"> "Although without that bulky armour on, your form might persuade them to be generous to the guests."</span><br/>This time the look she got had her almost laughing out loud. This girl really was a gift from on high. This adventure was going to be so fun.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>