<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/jrkAqQa.jpg)</div><strong>Lucifel</strong>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2082565)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Olaq tent<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Clara, Dame Meow, Gloss, Tami<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 70/70<strong>AC</strong>: 18<br/><strong>Roll</strong>:<br/><strong>Active Effects</strong>:<br/><br/>The angel smiled down warmly at the stammering girl, though behind that smile they felt a sharp pang of pity for her. They had not gotten much chance to talk to the other summoners and guardians extensively, probe into their origins and experiences, but one could tell at a glance that Clara had lived a hard life. To consider oneself lucky not to be beaten or defiled spoke to an expectation that such was a likely possibility, if not the norm, and the angel cringed to think what experiences had ingrained such expectations into the girl, "I see. I imagine times like this can be frustrating for one so unassuming. But fret not child" they cooed, cupping their girl's face in her hands, "for the same voices that question you now will be singing the loudest praises once you've proven their savior..." Lucifel said, letting out a small chuckle when she tried to deny wanting to go to the party, "nonsense. I know longing when I see it, and your heart longs for companionship more than any other. It is not good to starve oneself of happiness just for the sake of it, and I think you've helped more than enough already to earn some free time...after all, we won't have much more of it after tonight..."<br/><br/>Clara looked away when Barontess approached, though Lucifel's gaze lingered on the tiny human. After all they could see through the spoiled cats eyes, so it wasn't like they needed to look to confirm the woman was there, "of course my lady, please follow right this way" they cooed, guiding Clara by the shoulder and motioning for Dame Meow to follow them into the tent behind them, "pay my summoner no heed little one. in her mind her authority extends even over the heavens themselves, so don't take her abrasiveness personally" Lucifel explained with a small chuckle. It was true they had found themselves paired with a rather...<em>interesting</em>mortal. One who had grown up with high standards and even higher expectations of the world, mostly of what it could do for her specifically. They weren't sure if this quest would help teach her humility, or even further inflate her ego, but they supposed if the job was done then either outcome could be tolerated.<br/><br/>When they entered the tent they were hit all at once by an almost tangible wave of warmth and revelry. It instantly brought a beaming smile to their face. They giggled when they caught the fox's intense stare, giving the fellow guardian a little wave with their fingers, "my lady, perhaps you'd like to join our companions for the feast?" they cooed, ushering towards Gloss and Tami, who had already gotten into the Olaq spirit. Meanwhile the angel guided Clara over to the feast table where food and drink was piled high, "don't worry about my summoner little one, I'll fetch her meal, just fix a plate for yourself" they said, clarifying that she didn't need to comply with the Dame's commands, seeing how she held no actual power over her. Lucifel couldn't say the same for them self however, and so would return to their summoner's side with a hearty plate full of meat and fish (since she was a cat you see) as well as a goblet of wine. Of course it was probably not the style or vintage the noblewoman was used to, but it was likely the closest she'd find, "your food my lady" they cooed, handing Dame Meow the plate, but would pause to take a sip of her wine before giving it to her, testing to ensure it's safety, "hmm, not bad at all. Care to have a taste before we sit my lady? I can fetch you something else if it isn't to your liking..." they asked, suddenly leaning forward so that their faces were incredibly close, the sweet wine glistening on the angel's lips, the taste lingering on their tongue. There wasn't much question as to how they expected the Dame to have her "taste" of the wine.<br/>