<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/c4/99/6f/c4996f9f2ea069dc7a9698fdd48040f9.jpg)<div align="center"><strong><em>Liadian o'Braonán </em></strong></div></div>Maiden though she was, Liadian was far from oblivious about the dark heat in her Lord's gaze as she took that first bite of the berry. Perhaps she had unconsciously reached for the fruit, had wanted the grounding of their mutual attraction when faced with an interloper. So fleeting was the time that she had with him and now to share it with another, the redhead found herself oddly sullen at the notion though when his unfathomable eyes turned to her she happily focused wholly upon him, blossoming from his attention the way a flower might under the warm gaze of the sun. At his mention of luring the clouds to where she wished her lips compressed, for she knew a struggle awaited her; last time it had not been he that drove her until she had nearly fainted but her own drive to show him that she was a worthy pupil.<br/><br/>It had been a sweet reward to feel his arms around her when she collapsed, weak and trembling. Conri had tended to her, though she doubted he would reward such headstrong behavior a second time. Her mentor allowed her to push herself, test her limits, but when she ignored them on purpose she courted his fury. Once, when she had first come to him, she had done just that and had found his rage terrible as he demanded an accounting of her disrespect to what was<em>his</em>.<br/><br/>A soft laugh parted her lips when he stole one of the vibrant berries from her plate, an old habit now, her eyes dancing with loving mirth in reply to his smile though there lay heat within them as well at the subtle flash of his fangs. Liadian thought of insisting that she could practice her magic now, after the meal, it was only mid day but an afternoon of study might well be what she needed to be able to excel tomorrow. Slender fingers tore a bit of bread into a piece small enough to easily eat as she thought over the tomes he had given her on her last visit, still waiting for her on her desk in the great library. Perhaps a few hours of reading theory might provide her a reason to leave them to the first lessons the stranger needed to learn. If she had it within herself to leave her Lord's side.<br/><br/>Her gaze lifted from her contemplations in time to see the stranger's throat work around the food he had just taken, her eyes caught on the blood smeared against his chin. What did Conri see, when he gazed at the man? Was the stranger as appealing to him as she? The questions filled her, yet before someone unknown she gave them no voice as she might have when it was just they two. The golden haired warrior gave his name, Gregor, and spoke of priests, of those who had sent him to harm the one she served. When he called her witch she bristled visibly, blue eyes glittering with the heat of her temper.<strong>"You may address him as my Lord, and I am Liadian, though I confess myself surprised you sought to stalk me without learning even my name. Though why should you, when your judgement was already complete without knowing anything about either myself or our now shared Master."</strong><br/><br/>