<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>Oh how she disliked the way her Lord spoke that name, the priest given a weight in reference. The inquisitive side of her teacher was both her boon and her bane, often providing confounding moments in the end and at the moment she wanted to insist the stranger did not deserve to even be called anything save 'servant'. But that was the hot white fury of jealousy, for she was a jealous creature when it came to Conri's attentions and so the redhead tucked the emotion away and instead speared a bit of fowl with her fork to distract herself. It seemed her mood was all too obvious to he who knew her so well, his laughter making her flush with pink sweeping her cheeks, ducking her head almost bashfully.<br/><br/>Liadian's retreat was forestalled though by the prick of sharp nails, the sensation of that nearly cruel caress as it traversed from her throat to her cheek, a reminder of his wild nature and her fragility before it. Instead of making it fearful though it brought her home, spoke of safety, of belonging, of the fact that she was his treasure, not simply a human to amuse him. Her gaze rose to his, heat and love, worry and zealous need to protect, flashing through her expressive eyes; her pulse raced for him then.<br/><br/>It was his words that recalled her to their company, but the kiss to her hand kept that touch of pink in her expression even as she shifted slightly closer to him in reply to the heat of his mouth.<strong>"Yours, yes."</strong>Perhaps her longing was too naked, perhaps she should attempt to be stronger; but it made no sense to the young woman. Conri knew her, and he could hear the way her heart raced, taste the scent of her arousal in the air every time he touched her, see the way her body heated when he neared. There was no hiding what he did to her, and so she had long ago abandoned shame for her desire and instead left herself exposed to him in that manner without fear.<br/><br/>Conri would not harm her, at least... not in ways she did not crave. The prick of his claws, the nip of his fangs, the tight hold of his hands about her.<br/><br/>At Gregor's reply her gaze moved to him, wary and heated.<strong>"My name is my name, and Conri would have me be only what I am at my base. Perhaps I was never fully human, not to have the dreams I did, not seek him out as I did. He is not the monster you wish to paint, but you deserve none of my story while you cling yet to illusions."</strong>The silent rebuke at Conri calling her Ashtore had her prickling anew, her lips compressing before pulling back into a smile that was not in the least friendly and would have revealed fangs had she possessed them in form of silent aggressive threat.<strong>"Only my Lord may call me Asthore, the word is sullied when uttered by you. And what, because I can touch something more then the mundane I should then abandon my family for it? I was twelve when first the power spoke through me. Life is pain, and to think it not reveals a shocking innocence for a would be assassin."</strong><br/><br/>Her appetite spoiled the redhead pushed back from the table, gaining her feet though only the fact that both males remained seated allowed her the advantage of height.<strong>"I am both his and my own, I am both his witch and a human girl with family. You are clearly more than human yourself, if you but looked. You would ask a wolf not to hunt, to be in violation of it's own nature? I believe in who I have sworn myself to, for no being is without it's flaws. In searching for perfection you constrict and suffocate your world. Now if you will excuse me I have reading to attend as food would not sit well in so ignorant a dinner companion."</strong><br/>