Wards were a wonderful little magical invention. With a mere whisper and a few scrawled runes one could perceive all sorts of things otherwise out of sight. The Headmistress was well aware of when her new maid departed and had times the end of her outing just so  that when the auburn haired half-elf had arrived at her door, she appeared out from a nearby walking path that cut through the wooded area that divided the school grounds. With confidence visible in her step and a chin held high that spoke of her perceived superiority , the elf with honey blonde hair sauntered down along the narrow, winding footpath that led to the old oaken doors of the aged cabin that she resided in during the school year. It was a beautiful, almost ancient building. Moss and lichen decorated most of the outer walls and in bold relief a variety of forest animals were carved into the eons old ironwood used to construct the dwelling. The headmistresses herself was dressed in clothes that were more fitting for a male than any. Her blouse was of a sturdy white linen made to withstand the rigors of whatever sporty activity she was participating in. It had long , slightly baggy sleeves and though the cut of the tip was low enough to give a modest view of her cleavage, it was far from as scandalous as the dresses typically in fashion of women of her wealth. The garment was tucked into a pair of leather pants dyed a dark, almost chestnut brown. They were well-oiled and tight, clinging to the woman's slender thighs and hugging the firm curve of her rump as she carried on with a feminine sway to her hips. The short, wedged heels of her  boots crunched on leaves and twigs as she walked past the other woman with barely even a nod to acknowledge her presence-- a clear ploy, perhaps?<br/><br/><br/><br/>Without even a word the blue eyed elf stripped away the bulky leather falconer's gauntlet  that had armored her left hand and with her right, pulled her hair out of its bun. Long, honey colored hair fell down in a curtain of wavy curls that cascaded well down along her back. Casually she then turned to face her new charge and gave the scantly clad woman and gave her a predatory smile more fitting for a shark than a beautiful elf. Her cool grey-blue eyes surved her work, the fine linen and lace adorning the half-breeds body before that sinister smile widened just a  tad more. It was after taking time to admire the view that she finally spoke, her tone nonchalant and the accompanying wide, sweeping gestures of her hands making the meeting seem as if it were nothing more than a visit of friends than one of servant and mistress. “Oh don't you look lovely in all of that.” She let her eyes rake down along Rai's body again, eventually settling on that collar of thin lace around her neck. “Feeling warm? You sure look it.”<br/><br/><br/>unknowing to her little 'pet' the collar had been enchanted. It was a weak weave of spellwork but it was enough to bring forth a gnawing, incessant heat, a unquenchable arousal that was little more than an ember waiting to be stoked. It also didn't help of course that inside the gusset of the mutt's panties, a fine string of pearl-like beads were sewn to stimulate her with each and every step. Sinister-yes, but certainly amusing and no doubt just as thrilling for the woman wearing the garment, even if she would swear up and down that it was otherwise.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>