Euphrati tilted her head to one side slight, the wrap around mirrored visor hiding the amused twinkle in her eyes, as she looked at Cyrine; taking in each of the other woman's reactions, both the projected reactions and the hidden ones that were only detectable by those who knew Cyrine well enough to spot them. The warp blessed redhead did not let herself get distracted by the very familar feeling of Cyrine's body pressed against hers, even as she felt Cyrine's body welcoming an old friend. Yes she knew Cy's body so well she could probably recreate itm blindfolded if she had to.<br/><br/>And it was because of such deep intimate knowledge, the sort of knowledge only gleaned through the deepest of relationships with  person that Euphrati could see the want, the desire, the need simmering deep within Cyrine's orbs. Perhaps to another, that deep simmering need and want could be mistakenly believed to be directed solely at the other red head and it would be so easy to get lost in such a mistaken belief.<br/><br/>Even as she took a deep inhale of the Lho Stick, even as her fingers lightly stroked over Cy's cheek, even as she gazed into those simmering eyes, even with all that or perhaps despite of all that, Euphrati knew the truth. The truth that she was not sure Cy was even able to admit to herself. Oh she could sense it within the other redhead, even see glimpses of it within the redhead's actions; but she had yet to see a concious acknowledgement of that truth.<br/><br/>Cyrine's words about the collar tugged at her lips, causing Euphrati's warp blessed lips to curve into a slight smile. Those words further proof that Cyrine either had not discovered the truth herself or refused to conciously accept it. Swirling pink-purple eyes shifted to glance over at the Captain and the others around her briefly at that thought.<i><span style="color: DeepOrchid">'This will not due at all will it Lyl'leth, She will not be pleased if the proper path hasn't been at least opened to this one. Oh, the final steps must be all this ones, much like they were with us; but She does demand this one to be guided when she falters."</span></i><br/><br/>The two feral worlders standing around the Captain drew her attention for the moment; but the feeling of Cyrine's hand pressing against her bare neck interrupted her and pulled her attention back to the other redhead. Her smirk grew as she realized Cyrine what Cyrine was up to and made no move to interrupt the woman's action. Indeed, she gave as good as she got during the kiss, opening her mouth and breathing in the thick smoke willingly. The smirk on Cyrine's lips as the kiss broke was mirrored by Euphrati as the warp blessed one leaned forward to take the offered Lho stick, whispering in Cyrine's ear.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkOrchid">"Have you ever stop to think that that is percisely the reason why you have not been offered a collar? You can't always wait to get what you want dear Cyrine, sometimes to have to reach out and take...or at the very least, ask and beg for it."</span>She finishes with a slight teasing lick of Cyrine's ear before pulling back and looking the woman over once more.<br/><br/>Euphrati let out a soft chuckle at Cyrine's comment about the special Lho sticks, but the chuckle died quickly and one hand reached up and slide her visor down enough to gaze directly into Cyrine's eyes with a seriesou expression on her face<span style="color: DarkOrchid">"No I bring it up because they can help you center yourself. Cyrine, sooner or later you will have to accept that you can't run from everything."</span>Euphrati answered softly and a bit sadly.<br/><br/>Cyrine's sudden change didn't not take much for Euphrati to guess the cause of it, and the aura Cy gave off was one she normally only had when dealing wth the Captain. She answered the desperate plee to escape with a slight shake of her head; the hand that Cyrine was not clutching at dropping to her side to lightly caress the edges of the hidden object under her outer robes. That simple act helped center her better than anything she had encountered before; for the simple fact that the act reminded her of what she found within the halls of this ship, what would be waiting for her shortly. Smiling softly at Cyrine as she continued to draw from the simple action of her fingers.<span style="color: DarkOrchid">"And disappoint the Captain Cyrine? We both know that is not what either of us want. Dinner will be soon and we both are expected there."</span><br/><br/>Giving Cyrine's hand a soft squeeze as she turns to guide the woman over to the Captain and her group, Euphrati leans in to whisper supportively to Cyrine.<span style="color: DarkOrchid">"Remember dear, stop running and reach for what your heart desires."</span>Hoping that will be enough to instill the needed confidence within Cyrine to take the next step within the dance The Captain and Cyrine are destined to take together. That brouught a slight smile to her lips as her gaze traveled over the Captains companions.<br/><br/>Thoughtful eyes gazed at the two feral worlders, the old Guardsman she knew well enough from previous visits with the Captain. But these two posed some interesting questions for her.<i><span style="color: DeepOrchid">'I have heard that the senses of those from feral worlds are far stronger than most of the rest of the Imperium, some have developed so far they can even sense that which others have no hope of sensing. I wonder how accurate such tales are Lyl'leth don't you? What do you suppose these two feel by looking at us, by being near us. Yes, yes I can see the dislike radiating from him...covering him like a protective cloak. IS that dislike for Cy, for me.. or perhaps for something else specificly. We will have to see.'</span></i><br/><br/>The small feral woman seemed a bit skittish, almost as if she expected this to all be a good laugh at her expense or for this to all be turned on her. Euphrati couldn't tell what seemed to make the smaller woman that way, but hopefully once the decorative guest nobles have been seen off from the party and the main guests settled down to dinner she would calm down. Long practice allowed her to seemingly glide over the floor on those severly pointed boots as she moved to take her position at The Captain's side only then did she allow Cy's fingers to fall from her own. A faint smirk flitting across her lips as she awaited the first true interaction between the Captain and Cyrine.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>