((No problem, Ambrose. ^_^ We'll just make a lil' edit and consider you part of the Iron Boars, instead of an allied group member))<br/><br/>The slightest hints of a wry little smirk upturn the corners of Naji's lips, though otherwise her expression remains unchanged at Johan's 'plan of action' "Oh. Me, being the bait? I suppose you'd like me to strip down naked, too." She undoes the very top button of her vest, revealing just a tiny bit more of her dark-colored neck and collarbone, clearly a little tease directed at him "Maybe have Cyria do some nice, tight silk bonds on my wrist, trap them behind my back." Her voice sounded a little gruffer than normal with just a slightly mocking tone, and to those not accustomed with the drow, it might very well have sounded like she was pretty well calling Johan a 'moron'. Of course, Johan could see that lighthearted little twinkle of mirth dancing in her eyes. It was something he'd had to do often, read her expression more than her words, and over time...well, he'd gotten rather good at it. Of course, it was only after extended periods in the bright sunlight, when her head was throbbing from the strain it put on her eyes.<br/><br/>"Hrrm...anyone have an apple I could stick in my mouth? I'm sure that would complete the package. They'd never suspect a thing was wrong." She finishes with a dry little 'hah', casting her white-eyed gaze around at her assorted companions "...Then again, I'd likely not even make it ten feet trussed up like that with you bunch." That, again, draws only the very slightest hints of an upturn at the corner of her mouth, just barely even able to be considered a smirk.<br/><br/><br/>Without missing a beat, Anastasia helpfully offers "No...no apples, and I'm almost outta strawberries too. I could go find you an apple if you really wanted me to..." The fairy's complete oversight of the intended joke only seems to further Naji's mirth, to the point that an actual SMILE threatened to show itself upon her face. It only very, very briefly touches lips, before she turns her attention to Thygor and his slow, shambling gait towards the pair of delicate fae.<br/><br/>Oblivious to the big reptile (Or amphibian, she'd never really gotten close enough to actually discover for herself) moving her direction, Anastasia finds herself lost in watching her sister enjoy the juicy little berry she'd selected for her gratification. There was a REASON Anastasia had been selected as the party forager - she was not only skilled at discovering the small, delectable treats, but had a fine eye for selecting the largest, ripest, and generally most delicious portions of fruit (or in odd cases, vegetables) from any foraging spot she came across. The delicious flavor of the strawberry treat immediately spreads across Alura's tongue even without biting into it, as does the equally as enticing flavor of her own sister's fingertips, lightly stained with berry juice.<br/>It was no small surprise that the fairy girl was such an appetizing target, the delicate swabs of Alura's tongue along her juice-stained fingertips getting more than a fair share of the younger fae's delicious taste and texture, which even to Alura, was...well,<span style="font-style: italic">good</span>"Yummy, huh?" Anastasia says brightly, her fingertips starting to wiggle as they are suckled and licked by her older sister "Eee! Ahahah! That tickles!" Giggling softly, she squirms her fingertips against that delicate, darting tongue for just a few seconds, watching the tiny bulge of the berry descend down her throat with a single swallow. Soon enough, she's all but broken down into a little giggle-fit, and retracting her hand, snuggles herself up against Alura's side, leaning her head onto her shoulder.<br/><br/>At least, until Thygor's shadow falls across her delicate form. No matter how sugary the big creature's voice, the inherent hissing in his tone set her skin to crawling, as did this...just 'aura' around him, something she'd never quite gotten used to, despite the considerable amount of time they'd traveled together. Flinching at the sound of his voice so close to her (and, of course, trembling ever so slightly at being referred to as 'little treat'), Anastasia gazes up..and up...and UP at her largest traveling companion "U-um...y-yes. Here, um..." Reaching her fingers into to the little, flowery pouch at her side, she withdraws the spyglass and even takes the liberty of extending it for Thygor's convenience, ensuring it could be used effectively "H-here."<br/><br/>Reaching up, she daintily presses it into his extended hand, following it up immediately afterward with her very last strawberry. It looked so absolutely diminutive in Thygor's enormous hand, almost comically so, and of course would lack the squirming delight brought on by a far more fleshy, LIVING meal.<br/><br/>"...HAH. Now isn't that just absolutely precious." Naji interjects, gazing cooly up at Thygor. The drow was one of the few who'd never really shown any great displeasure at being around the big predator, and at times, actually seemed to take some small amount of solace in it. Perhaps it was the unnerving aura he seemed to emit (One she was either immune to, or actually ENJOYED), or perhaps it was simply because she was a rather useful and needed member of the party that she'd gained his respect or acceptance, but the drow had simply never seemed especially wary or intimidated by his presence.<br/><br/>Cyria's approach does quirk the drow's brow, but she makes absolutely no attempt to stop Cyria from slipping a hand over her eyes and casting her spell. The moment the spell takes hold, the drow emits a soft, almost 'lewd' sounding moan, her shoulders slumping significantly "...Ahhhhh...." Blinking a few times, she gazes skywards, peeking out from underneath the edges of her hood "Ohh, that's much better. Cyria, you're a lifesaver." Whilst it didn't instantly remove the pounding in her head, it at the very least made it not quite so unpleasant to simply *EXIST* in the bright spring daylight "...I'm so allocating you another five percent once we hit leave. Of course, you didn't hear that." Gazing at Johan, she seems to consider something for a moment, then adds with a mirthful undertone "...Boss."<br/><br/>((Good call, Jermayan! ^_^ I've no intention of making even the 'noncombat' NPCs worthless. Naji has a pretty effective pair of eyes on her! Never know what she might end up spotting that others might miss...))<br/><br/><br/><br/>"I am staying with the main assault force, right?" Chrysanthemum chimes in, looking towards Asara for instruction "While you go ahead and try to lure them out or talk to them? Just be careful, okay?" There was just a slight undertone of concern in the girl's voice, but one that is mostly kept in check simply because he knew Asara well enough to know she'd not be taking too many un-warranted risks. Besides, the entire group was here to back her up when and if it was needed...<br/><br/><br/>Thankful to be pulled away from Thygor's menacing frame, Anastasia once more finds her voice, though there's a very slight quaver in it when she once more begins to speak, though the mention of the 'kitty people' does seem to considerably brighten her momentarily soured disposition "Oh! Yeah! I bet they're super nice! I hope they don't get in my lap, though..." She says, another lighthearted giggle escaping her lips "I bet they'd be heavy, and their tails would be all<span style="font-style: italic">tickly</span>!" Fluttering her wings, Anastasia works them out for a few seconds, then darts off after Alura, following her in a wide sweep around Johan with every bit of agility a fairy a tenth of her size might accomplish "We'll be careful!"