<blockquote class="uncited"><div>Aethon (Jermayan): OOC rules stuff within (Wall of text warning)...</div></blockquote><br/><br/>{Thanks. We'll use those three spells. Post the list of the spells you'll prepare for tomorrow though (when tomorrow arrives, which should be soon I guess}.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Aethon (Jermayan, Reizu should also read): As he murmurs something quietly, there's a brief flash of light and a feeling of warmth from under his hand, and when he removes it, the bite the bimbun had given Zivit earlier is gone. "Anyone else get scratched up?" </div></blockquote>.<br/><br/>“No,” Zivit sighs as she stands, belly jiggling, “just me. I feel like a silly little fledgling,” she continues, pressing up against Aethon, gently stroking his human abs with a wingfeather, then sliding the touch back along his withers. “Hold me,” she murmurs. Gently, his strong hands close around her smooth, bare back, just below the feathers of her wings. “Mmm,” she cooes, snuggling into his chest. Then-<br/><br/>“Oh! I've made promises elsewhere,” she says, turning her head to gaze at Bellicious. “Um,” she turns her gaze back to Aethon. “Um – happyharpy hour?” she tweets. “Two drinks for the price of one? I couldn't even eat a bimbun without getting hurt, so I'm loathing myself a little right now,” she cooes, “and feeling<span style="font-style: italic">very</span>grateful. I'd probably let the two of you do<span style="font-style: italic">anything</span>to me.” Sense Motive DC 20<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Zivit's offer is certainly on the up-and-up, but she's not feeling quite so down as she's letting on. She's just, well, kind of easy</div></div></div>.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Prinne (Ria) NB, actual interruption in the conversation: "I got a bit of a scratch. Lucky thing I wear my armor a lot... But, uh." She looked left and right sheepishly. "The name's Prinne. Just Prinne, for now. I'm just your friendly neighborhood village blacksmith, but I kinda wanna... y'know..." Prinne pushed her fingers together. "Do fun stuff, right? Like heroing and fighting and the like. That's why I made and got enchanted my big sword, and that's why I've learned how to make my armor..." </div></blockquote><br/><br/>“You should take care of Prinne,” Zivit said, giving Aethon a nudge in that direction, “but come right back,” she continues. “You can bring her, if you want. Better than sharing with my sisters.”<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Jules (Bright): "Thank you." Jules bowed slightly towards the harpy. He was considering visiting the kitchen a bit later. Now that everyone had eaten their fill, it seemed like introductions were in order.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>{Let me know what you want from your visit to the kitchens... we might have to carry on with the game and do that between you and I, retroactively, as I think we'll soon be heading into the next day}.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Alizome (Sansuki): &lt;"May I stay here all night?"&gt; she added, with another caress of the walls around her- she could already feel the heat and the soothing, welcoming sounds of digestion lulling her consciousness to a dull ebb, and she wanted nothing more than to dream as she was enclosed by the gentler part of the harpy's body... but perhaps duty still called. </div></blockquote><br/><br/>{In fact, transferring high-level nutritions would normally take a number of hours, so I was expecting that you would have to}<br/><br/><“Of course,”> Zorakatra cooed back, firmly caressing her swollen womb and slowly-shrinking tum. <“You're exquisite,”> she continued, <“you do know that, don't you? I wish I could keep your forever.”> Alizome can feel Zorakatra's dim desire to do just that, and the dull sense of regret that she knows she won't endanger her broader goals to have you. <“The day will steal you from me,”> Zorakatra sighs, shifting and curling her body around the knot Alizome makes in the womb,  <“but for tonight, you're mine.”><br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Xarces: Ah well, no matter, it seems to have gone...there are more pressing matters to attend to after all.) he shakes his head clear as whatever it was seems to have passed. "Ladies, ladies, there is no need to fight, there is plenty of me to go around. </div></blockquote><br/><br/>The harpy gives a small shudder, and slips away into the crowd. Perception/Sense Motive DC 15<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">She's clearly a little afraid of the Medusa, even as she recognises the more powerful 'monster's' might-makes-right to take what she wants. Beyond that, Xarces resistance of the Medusa's petrifying gaze has somewhat intimidated her, and in some ways she feels she's had a 'near miss'. It isn't always safe to take a stranger to bed when there's a large difference of power. Surely some of her own lovers have been nothing more than squirming meals in her belly come morning.</div></div></div><br/><br/>“Fly away, little birdie,” the Medusa murmurs as she watches the Harpy vanish. “I'm impressed,” she says, turning her attention back to you, her smooth, slightly leathery hand brushing your skin. “Handsome, talented<span style="font-style: italic">and</span>powerful,” she leans close, “I'm taking you home and fucking your brains out. Looks like you'll get to enjoy it. Don't worry,” she winks. “I'll have you back by morning. I've no desire to rouse<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>one's ire.”