<em>"You know we need to be up early. Guild regulations."</em><br/><br/>The dark skinned little thing peaked an almost gunmetal eye in Iano's direction. Her nude body, graced with the vibrant green tattoo's of her people from head to toe in circular and lined formations, rustled beneath tangled sheets. It was almost a purr that fell from her lips as she stretched cat like in the bed, releasing some of the sheets from their taut position and allowing them to fall away so that more of her body was exposed. As she stretched she focused intently on the sounds around her subconciously picking through clatter and speech to be sure nothing was *off* in their little sanctuary. She slipped out of bed, bare back suggesting Iano may need to clip a few of his fingernails faced her already dressed companion. She began the slightly tedious task of wrapping her feet, lower legs and forearms in the thick dark treated tongues of the dragonlike Deveriks her people had once cohabitated with. The wrapping was tight, meticulous, and gave her a chance to offer Iano a bit of a show as she bent down at the waist and worked on her feet, bare ass calling, begging, only to be covered in the end as she slipped the leatherlike skirt Silver Leaves had insisted she wear to it's resting place on her hips.<br/><br/>She turned towards Iano now, walking across the floors with the learned silence of a tracker. She said nothing, those carmel lips pulling into a mischevious smile as her body, alert, pressed against his and she reached behind him to grab the small leather shirt. While he inevitably examined the body that's nipples brushed gently across his clothing she glanced at his cleaver, smile growing as she wrapped her hand around the hilt suggestively and licked a warm tongue over the nape of his neck. Then she let out something of a giggle and turned her back to him once more to slip the leather shirt, modified by herself to be less than 1/3 of the original fabric, she saw no use for the restriction of her movements.<br/><br/>Dressed, or as dressed as the little wild elf would allow herself to be, she pulled her sizeable quiver and bow over her head, tugging at the long black hair so that it would not be caught beneath the two. She was ready and now she felt fully awake. Her eyes shot a sidelong glance at Iano and then she pivoted to face him, her head canted to the side as it often did when she attempted the best way to vocalize her thoughts or ask a question and then she simply asked, "Battle today?" The question hung, as it had every day since her arrival, between the two.