<strong>Name:</strong>Izzy<br/><strong>Time:</strong>10:00 AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Celeste's Villa, Training Grounds<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rose, Lamont, open<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Izzy moved briskly, her muscles still warm from the exertion of fighting Rein.  She was cross, but that was mostly because of Onyx, and of the thought of having to share a table with her in the very near future.  She'd promised Celeste that she'd give the dragon woman a chance, but it was difficult, for several reasons.  So far, Izzy had managed to get only as far as accepting that things could be worse.  Onyx was craven to the point of being cruel, but her tastes were less malicious than other many possibilities.  It wasn't much, but it was something to start with.<br/><br/>Still, Izzy did have several things to look forward to.  Lunch was always a pleasure, or at least the food was.  Rose was unpredictable in that regard, and Izzy thought she had good taste.  Perhaps it was only because she'd been here for less than a week, and hadn't had the chance to sample some of Rose's more questionable concoctions.  And then after, there was more training.  Izzy was eager to get a first hand look at what Celeste could do, and she also wanted to build something to improve her leg precision and dodging.  She'd mapped out the starts for it yesterday.  All that was necessary was to construct it, which was training on its own.<br/><br/>It was with these thoughts that she opened the door and felt Rose bounce off her.  The hybrid was a small thing, but even then Izzy reflexively put a hoof behind her to steady herself.  The problem was that Rose wasn't moving that fast, and she wasn't even chipper, as a post-coffee Rose would usually be.  She spoke in a slow, subdued way, asking her for a small favor and then meekly trying to slip past her.  Izzy gave her a strange look, and then turned her gaze to Lamont.  She was still cross, but now had the suspicion that the verbose rodent might have done something to her fellow servant.  Her lips curled into a scowl, as he greeted her.  A mouthful of words, almost unintelligible in their grace.<br/><br/>"That depends.  What happened here?" she spat, putting an arm on Rose's shoulder and holding her in place before she ran off.  She didn't know him well enough to have any longstanding bitterness towards him, and didn't disrespect him for being a blue-blood.  Izzy was simply a prickly person, and one that felt strangely protective of Rose.  Even she wasn't sure why, although she had some unvoiced suspicions.  She waited for an answer from Lamont, who seemed momentarily enamored with how little Izzy was wearing.  Something that, once again, didn't engender him to her.  It wasn't like she wasn't on display here, with Onyx's fingers inside her and going out of her mind, often enough.  Had he not seen?  Was he an eager audience?  She wasn't enjoying the thought, and her expression said as much.<br/><br/>He did reach out a hand to her, offering Rose some soft words.  Which sounded like he wanted to work out whatever had happened.  Izzy looked down at Rose as well, her expression waxing confused.  Then at last, she shook her head.  She didn't know what was going on, and didn't really have the patience to decipher Lamont's aristo-babble.  "I'll get the drinks." she muttered, moving around Rose and to the store-room.  "You two go ahead outside."  If Rose asked if she knew what was needed, she called back as she moved down the steps:  "Pale stuff, stout stuff, good wine, bad wine, coffee, and flavored water.  I watch."<br/><br/>Assuming no one stopped her Izzy would traipse down and grab everything.  She was grateful for just a moment alone, and pondered bringing up lemonade or something equally asinine for Onyx.  But she decided against it.  Being rebellious was no excuse to be petulant.  She'd be back outside presently, probably when the others were gathered to the table, or perhaps sooner..