<div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/9dce6fa47f0bf43a5110262729b43981/tumblr_mkoef1N2ej1qbtwc5o1_500.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>NAME:</strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Cleo</span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15700751#msg15700751)<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Entertainment Lounge (Very Back, Seated)<br/><strong>ACTION:</strong> Romance! <em>*happy sigh*</em><br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Araxis' Ornate Suit Jacket<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Spade (Mentioning Everyone) | OPEN<br/></span><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">‘Phoenix friendly’?! Whatever did he mean by that? Cleo, very curious, titled her pretty head, bringing her ear closer to her shoulder in a very bird-like manner. “I will be stay as long as the Sun allows, but… Spade. It is very difficult to craft any indoor space that is… In your terms, phoenix friendly. Even with magic as enchanting as yours.” She complimented him, as the lit candles danced around them still. Cleo let her bright, hazel eyes wander from one flickering, <em>hot</em>, orange wick to another. "It’s why the Sun granted us human forms made of soft flesh, and not burning flame.“ The woman managed a small smile. Her human form made it far easier to interact with other <em>beings</em> too, if they so desired. “Still, if <em>your</em> purpose is to assist others, including myself, I am never one to question someone else's purpose… I could teach you about the many lives of the phoenix, complex as they may be.”<br/><br/>It was clear that the phoenix was hesitant to accept aid from others, or anyone really, but in that moment, she truly wanted to learn of Spade’s magic, and his past with other phoenixes. It could be quite delightful. Perhaps he had more fireplaces or lanterns than needed to be lit. "We do not have to start deciphering the Sun’s intentions tonight, however,” Cleo blinked her long eyelashes rapidly, “I am sure you are quite…” The mage and the lounge singer. Araxis and the chef. Cleo suddenly glanced around Spade’s floating, romantic candles, and quickly realized that the owner of the inn was – in fact – <em>not</em> busy with anyone else. The other beings at the bar even seemed... Well taken care of. Araxis was even leaving with… “Actually, it would appear you are free tonight after all.” Cleo spoke softly as she watched the others, some in the midst of flirting. It made the phoenix very happy to see such romance. She sighed gently, settling down into her chair next to Spade. His floating candles burned a little brighter, and a little more red.<br/><br/>But Araxis’ call to the inn keeper reminded her of something else, and the phoenix sat up, arching her body across the table towards him, resting her elbows on its cool surface. Her perky breasts risked escaping from the confines of Araxis’ detailed suit jacket, but she didn't seem concerned. “You should know, though I cannot speak for other, immortal, mythical, creatures,” Cleo beamed at Spade and rolled her bottom, pink lip into her top one, holding back another, awkward laugh, “Phoenixes do not carry gold. But I can offer you knowledge, and discovery…” she paused for only a moment, as she <em>recognized</em> something she had seen over and over again in mortals. Century after century. It was a look, a glint, a gleam in Spade’s <em>enchanting</em> green eyes. “…And perhaps, <em>comfort</em>, since you seem very intent on kissing me, Spade.”<br/><br/>Her hand, closest to him, extended and enveloped his. Her skin was unnaturally warm due to her phoenix fire, but not unpleasantly so. Kissing her soft, pink lips would be the same as sipping a hot cup of tea.</span>