(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/fidelia3_zps0d9c4539.png)<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Fidelia</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=13838</div></div><br/>Fidelia took the wine and sipped a little. Normally, a comment like Hera's about her limited abilities would result in a challenge, but the neko was close if not spot on in evaluating<em>this</em>particular ability, and the warrior ninja was under no illusions as to who might drink whom under the table. "Then it's agreed. If you find yourself in trouble, feel free to call me, and I shall come to your aid. Though we'll have to figure out some way for me to hear your call..."<br/><br/>Then the conversation turned to the reasons for her whereabouts, which, along with the alcohol and the tap of a certain lucky rabbit's foot (or perhaps more accurately, the foot of a rabbit who was at this point pretty much guaranteed to get lucky tonight), flushed bright red again, causing her to try and cover. "Please, we are no innocent babes here. Do tell us your story, Lady Hera." Her eyes were inviting, as when she was a pup listening to grandmother tell stories around the campfire.