Janaece cast her bright blue eyes across her companion Mideala, and the ranger found herself suddenly enrapt at the sight of the elf plucking and eating the fruit. Her lips moved with the same artful sensuousness as their recent kisses, which were still burned so brightly across Janaece's memory...<br/><br/>"Thank you, a'mael," she thanked Mideala's well-wish fort his hunt.<br/><br/>Then, in a weak whimpering voice as she watched her lips moved, she added, "Gods! Suddenly the thing which incensed me most about this naughty nymph, more than any of her actual evil deeds, is that it delays and distracts my attention from being focused on<em>you</em>, my golden elf, my sexy swashbuckler....I do hope things go easily too...and swiftly!"<br/><br/>The nymph, whom Janaece knew as Cicuta (http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs43/i/2009/155/d/c/Cicuta_by_acidlullaby.jpg), had long tangly hair the brown-black color of fertile soil of the the most highly prized by any farmer or gardener. Janaece knew that fey had a way of embodying (literally) aspects of nature, especially its fecundity. The nymph's skill was a milky ivory hue which seemed to glimmer like crystal in the light. She was glad in a fairly simple green dress (http://cn1.kaboodle.com/hi/img/2/0/0/dc/2/AAAAAvZ8wyEAAAAAANwgBg.jpg) which nevertheless hugged her hips and lifted her cleavage to the delight of most of the male eyes anywhere near her. Her mask was the simplest possible; a green eyemask to perfectly mask her dress, like Janaece's but without the little snakes or scaly texture.<br/><br/>The nymph had a way of gliding through the crowd, using her eyes or voice to catch the attention of men (and many women) she passed just along enough to cause them to swing about - often into Janaece's and Mideala's path - without Cicuta herself slowing down. Cicuta turned away from the hedge-maze-wards exit of the ballroom just before reaching it, and instead drifted up a grand staircase, as if she had some liaison atop the balcony  or in the halls and chambers of the upper floors.<br/><br/>Janaece began to ascend the stairs with Mideala, but when Cicuta reached the balcony above the marble steps, she turned and spun, reaching briefly into her tiny green purse and then flinging her hands about. A lime-green dust arced far and sprinkled wide across the revelers upon the staircase, most of whom either took no notice, gasped in awe, or lightly and briefly clapped.<br/><br/>Janaece gasped in surprise, threw a hand up to Mideala's nose and mouth and another across her own, but with her initial gasp she'd already inhaled a bit of the dust, at least, and wasn't yet sure about the elf.<br/><br/>It wasn't painful or cough-inducing at all. Rather, it made her nostrils tingle...then the sensation seemed to dance up her sinuses and into her eyes and mind. She giggled giddily, then swiftly turned on the balcony. She held Mideala about the waist, and leaned her back against the railing.Tilting her medusa-masked face, the strawberry-blonde ranger leaned in and planted a long, succulent kiss upon the elf's golden lips. Her tongue slipped searching into Mideala's mouth, as if it were the very place she'd been crossing the ballroom to get to all along.