<div class="floatright">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/e6412ad16791488bb76e1855c487d846/e00372de93ccb888-4e/s1280x1920/6e15d9b5ce2a30cd5b445d3cedcd964e057aefb7.jpg)</div><strong>Tamithari</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=314507.msg15212157#msg15212157)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Among the Olaq<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Gloss; Clara; Lucifel<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 84/84<strong>AC</strong>: 16<br/><strong>Active Effects</strong>:<br/><hr/><br/>The journey had been agony for her - not because of any hardship in particular, but simply the monotony of the landscape. Oh it had been impressive enough for the first day or two of travel, but now? Tamithari would almost kill to find a tree... or even some interesting tall rocks. A hill or river or anything to break the flat monotony of sky and steppe.<br/><br/>So naturally the idea of cramming her face alongside a bunch of semi-barbaric warriors appealed to her. She wasn't far behind her master; attending the feast had been Gloss' idea. Apparently he had felt her boredom and sought to relieve it himsef? Either way she was grateful.<strong>"Oh, you're not going to get maimed, if I can help it,"</strong>she murred to her master, letting her hand fall to one of the blades she carried, tickling its pommel. An impish gleam took her eye, and when she smiled there was a show of small, sharp canines.<strong>"<em>Though</em>, mortals live like mayflies, so maybe I can't do much about the death part..."</strong><br/><br/>With that, she sidled up close behind Gloss, leaning forward to rest her chin against his shoulder; even in this dry place she carried the scent of green leaves with her. Her ears and eyes flicked around to the warriors he was addressing, taking each in turn. So much variety to humans!<strong>"Probably details about the portal."</strong>She pointed in the direction of it; she hadn't been told where it lie, but she could<em>feel</em>it. An energetic itching up and down her spine, a tingling in her fingertips.<strong>"And what's come out of it. I'm sure Particii Arlaq'qo will have <em>lots</em> to say about it all... Lots, and lots..."</strong>The elderly magus hadn't impressed her with his taciturn ways, to be honest...<br/><br/>Her eyes were following that joint of meat though, and when it came close enough, Gloss felt her weight shift, and her hands grip his hips; she braced herself against him and leaned over his shoulder, quickly snatching a bite of meat off the bone. Even as she chewed, she gave her master an endearingly innocent look, her bushy tail twirling behind her. Movement just outside caught her eyes; wings, glowing feathers. When (if) Clara and Lucifel entered, they would likely notice the fox-woman watching them with an intense curiosity. She was then distracted by Gloss offering her a cup.<strong>"Oh! Wine! <em>Yesspleasethanks</em>!"</strong>she took the offered vessel, and tipped it back for a deep drink, then passed it back to Gloss, pressing a wine-damp kiss to his cheek