<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/87/7a/e2/877ae2a8cb4cf149a7531a31949cc154.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Mael<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Kaen Morhen - Mael's bedchamber<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Bellatrix, Conor, Arlaine, Open<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Grey shirt, leather leggings<br/><hr/><hr/>Mael nodded, muttering something inane and without consequence as he headed towards the kitchen. It wasn't like he was that hungry anyways, but he had had more than his fill of sorceresses for the day. And it wasn't even mid-morning too. He sighed, trying to force a smile when Tess greeted him with a cheery 'Mornin' love', as she always did. Kaer Morhen just didn't feel like home without Tess in the kitchen, working up a storm even when there wasn't all that much to do, or so it appeared. It was a big place. Sometimes, he wondered if the woman wasn't a sorceress herself and just kept everyone else in the dark. It would explain a great deal.<br/><br/>Picking up a plate stacked with steaming food, Mael winked at the old woman and made his way back to the dining hall, where he saw with an inaudible groan, Bella had made her way down. And in style too. Old suppositions of women taking decades to make themselves presentable were cast aside when magic came into the picture, and to her credit, Bella did look stunning. Damn her for it.<br/><br/>She touched his arm as she passed by him, a gentle, secret touch that had him screwing his eyebrows together as he watched her, discreetly, or so he hoped, placing his plate down. She exchanged a few words with the witch, in more ways than one, Lucrezia, and then turning to Conor in a familiarity that was... unfamiliar. At least to Mael. And without further ado, wrapped him up in a fervent kiss.<br/><br/>Jealousy didn't suit him. He despised it, and he hated when she tried to draw it out of him. Sometimes he could swear that she did it just to get a rise out of him, although she would deny it every time with an innocent and unconvincing flutter of her eyelashes. His face scrunched up and a cold feeling twisted inside his gut. Conor was about as much a victim as he, if not more so, so he didn't hold it against the man. No, he held it against Bella, all the way.<br/><br/>But, from the subtle glance that Bellatrix gave Arlaine, he suddenly realized that the display was not for his benefit, at least not only his benefit. The woman proclaimed a loss of appetite, and exited the room, and Mael decided to follow her lead. He wasn't feeling particularly hungry either. He shot Bellatrix a venomous glare as he picked up his weapons picked up his plate, silently exiting the room, finding his way outside. Despite how he was feeling, discarding good food was a sin that his early years spent on the street would not forgive. A few hunting hounds were waiting outside the hall, just for such a handout, and gratefully huddled around as as tried to distribute the food as equally as possible. To their credit, or perhaps to that of their trainers, they didn't snap at his fingers for the tidbits, and gratefully licked his fingers when they were done.<br/><br/>They, at least, could bring a smile to his face in times like these.<br/><br/>He was about to sit down and look out into the gorgeous autumn day when Arlaine joined him outside. Not intentionally, it seemed, as she didn't even seem to realize that he was there and began striding purposefully into the distance.<br/><br/>Mael cursed quietly and broke out into a jog to catch up with her. Didn't need an angry sorceress setting fire to the damn woods in her rage.<br/><br/>"Arlaine," He called, and she ignored. He called a few more times, to similar effect until he finally caught up with her and grabbed her roughly by the arm, spinning her around to face him.<br/><br/>"Dammit Arlaine," He growled, taking a step back. He was brave, not stupid," Where are you going?"