<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> Great Room (Doorway) &gt; Very Back of the Entertainment Lounge<br/><strong>ACTION:</strong> Visiting, flirting and oh! Enjoying very beautiful music, indeed.<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Araxis' Ornate Suit Jacket<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Araxis, Alucielle, Jehanne (m), Devon (m) | OPEN<br/></span><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">As Cleo took the offered garment, it was, somehow, <em>colder</em> than she expected, and touching it caused steam to arise from her fiery fingertips. “Araxis. Thank you. It will be warmer when I return it.” Cleo nodded at the astute, taller male in front of her, before facing the front doors of the inn and displaying her sun-kissed, smooth backside. <em>Mortals always liked privacy.</em> The Phoenix quickly slipped into Araxis’ suit jacket while turned away from him, listening to his words, and letting the dark, intricate coat collar catch and hold the bottom half of her wavy, brunette hair. <em>There was something… spectacular about this place. Whatever – and where ever – this place was. Magical, even.</em> Cleo doubted that she was the <em>only</em> magical being here. She doubted that the assertive gentleman before her was without magic, considering he knew of its existence. She turned back towards him – towards them all – without fastening the buttons on his jacket, giving everyone – and Araxis especially – a grand view of the inner sides of her perky, youthful breasts.<br/><br/>“A mage? Do I make a convincing human?!” Her hazel eyes lit up with excitement at this notion, and a small smirk formed on her soft lips. Cleo did <em>not</em> wish to be human. However, if she could imitate one believably, then it must mean she was very skilled at her immortal duties. “The truth is quite the opposite. I am a Phoenix. An everlasting bird of the Sun, charged with observing mortals. After centuries, as they became less nomadic, so did we. It is quite difficult to study them indoors while in my original, fiery form, though I do miss my wings. And communication is far, far easier in this body. Otherwise I would be reduced to nuzzles and coos.” She beamed at him, holding back a laugh. Though, perhaps this Araxis wouldn’t mind either one of those gestures.<br/><br/>Only then did Cleo fasten the ornate, ivory buttons made of bone, eliminating the risk of revealing one nipple or both. She stretched out her arms, admiring the midnight-blue fabric. It appeared like it was… made out of leather. <em>No, leather scales.</em> Very <em>tiny</em>, leather scales, which were all stitched together flawlessly. “This garment is quite exquisite. Did you make it yourself? I once watched mortals make nothing but clothing for days, isn’t that marvelous?” Her bright eyes glided from Araxis’ face to the <em>actual</em> mage behind him, who suddenly strode into the room amidst a flurry of magic and, it would seem, a concern for <em>her</em> well-being. The phoenix had not meant to arrive here so… loudly. Everyone else seemed so… effortless. There was even a warrior woman, wrapped in recent victory and bloodied iron. For a moment, Cleo’s hazel eyes rested on her mighty, noir weapon, before looking <em>into</em> her shimmering, glorious eyes that she was attempting to hide behind her drink. Eyes like <em>those</em> could tell so many stories, late into a night.<br/><br/>“I must admit however that I do not use this form as often as I perhaps should.” Another quick nod from Cleo, this time towards the human mage who hailed from Yeraxi, to quell his worry of her. The phoenix was far more captivated by their shared surroundings than her own, clumsy appearance. The… others, further into the room, appeared to work here. Or perhaps <em>reside</em> here. <em>Did one of them require a Pheonix? Is that why the Sun told her to come?</em> But just then, as Cleo was about to inquire these many questions, something wondrous struck her. “A… <em>song</em>?!” She blinked rapidly in surprise, as new excitement spread across her radiant features. “There is <em>music</em> here, too?” She suddenly twirled around Araxis, as if testing the limits of her bare, human feet. Music, and all mortal forms of art, were breathtaking. Absolutely <em>breathtaking</em>. For a second, her unnaturally warm hand rested on Araxis' muscular shoulder, but Cleo could not help herself. <em>Leaving him was rude, and yet…</em> The phoenix sighed happily as she perched on a chair, at the very back of the Entertainment Lounge, to observe the ethereal singer. Her chin rested in both of her hands, and her head swayed rhythmically with the angelic lyrics, mesmerized, or lost in a joyous daydream.</span>