(( OOC: nice to see this moving again ^^ short post of my own to get back into the swing of things :3 ))<br/><br/>Celrie smiles from ear to ear as Arcea pulls her in close once more against her coon filled belly. The elf nuzzling tenderly against the side of her neck, as her hand gently rubs the contours of her stomach. "When the time is right, I'll show you everything I know." she murmurs in a flirtatious tone. Celrie's attention being momentarily stolen by Yvonne as she responds to her in turn, "Oh we'd love any assistance you can offer, and.." she pauses as an idea seems to sprout in her mind. "You hear that Arcea? She knows all the best cooks and brewers! Maybe we can get them to make us some elf food for our date?" she teases, bumping her hip against Arcea's side in a jovial manner, yet there was also a seriousness in her tone, that indicated she truly was excited at the prospect of enhancing their little date for as long as it lasted. "Anything's gotta be better than that slimy sausage.." she murmurs at the memory, giggling a little bit to herself as she recalls her reaction.<br/><br/>The parting touch of the bat woman's lick leaves Celrie's body covered in goosebumps, though quick as it was, the elf cannot help but savor the momentary warmth of another's tongue, just as she imagines Yvonne was silently savoring the flavors of her flesh, of a psionic elf, as short lived as they may be. Celrie does not say a word however, instead she merely narrows her eyes into a short lived, yet sultry gaze that quickly meets the eyes of Yvonne, communicating without words the enjoyment her tongue had brought her. Of course it was no where near as welcome a presence as the licks Arcea liked to give her! As the two talk among themselves Celrie smiles to herself, hugging closer to the warmth of Arcea's body. Happy to have such a strong, and protective kitty, that was also willing to share a tender little lick, or a kiss when the moment was right.<br/><br/>Zoning out for several moments, Celrie concentrated more on the beating of Arcea's heart, and the steady gurgling of her active belly than what was being discussed, up until the mention of necromancy and those individuals the mountain attracted. "Oh? My people practice a version of that sort of thing, though we don't openly call it as such." she declares, pointing out the vibrant stone that dangled just above her cleavage. "Soul stones, spirit stones, depending on what you want to call them are quite common to us..." she pauses a moment to smile up at Arcea "They contain the spiritual essence of ancestors who walked similar life paths before us." she explains quickly summing it up in case the feline had never heard of them. "See touch it, it's warm, even warmer than my own body heat enables." Celrie gently reaching out taking Arcea's hand in hers and placing it against her chest, the soothing warmth of the pendant able to be felt beneath her hand, as it's surface seemed to almost beat with an energy of it's own, one that mirrored the thrum of Celrie's own pulse. Looking back to Yvonne Celrie adds, "I'd love to hear more about this mountain's history when time permits."