<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/815728859978137602/940265516633845791/unknown.png)</div>Frore Phosphenes (https://ddb.ac/characters/66668528/XGJiip)<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Battle Actions:</span><br/><strong>Movement:</strong><br/><strong>Action:</strong><br/><strong>Bonus Action:</strong><br/><strong>Reaction:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Frore can't help but chuckle as the Satyr winks at her, dramatically pressing the back of her hand to her head in a feigned swoon. Bumping against Darius, she can't help but pout, reaching up and pinching his cheek softly. Lifting her mask just enough to meet his gaze, mischief dances within those gentle blues.<br/><br/>"Well! If you didn't like it you'd have left a<em>long</em>time ago gorgeous. Something tells me you<em>enjoy</em>the trouble!" Sticking her tongue out playfully, she glances back where the dwarf retreated and resists the urge to smack him on the ass with a mending spell. That would be rude after all, and Darius was trying to act civilized! Slipping her mask back down, the sorcerer releases his cheek and pats where she pinched.<br/><br/>"Besides, I can behave… with the right incentive." Frore makes sure her voice drops to a lower tone, biting her lip and tilting her chin up to look at his face. She was teasing obviously, but she wouldn't lie, it was incredibly cute to see him flustered.<br/><br/>That is, until she feels an invading presence in her mind.<br/><br/>She shivers, back tensing as a voice that wasn't a voice creeps into her head. It spoke in a way that she could understand, but it was as though her very thoughts were being shaped to the presence's whims. Despite how incredibly uncomfortable it felt, the meaning was... harmless. Maybe even playful. Turning, she catches sight of the source of the presence, a small woman struggling to climb into a chair. Cocking her head to the side, she forces a chuckle before standing and sauntering over to the snow haired troublemaker. Deciding fair's fair, since she violated her mind, she gets into her space without asking and scoops the short lady up from under her arms, placing her on the seat.<br/><br/>"Now now~ the night is still young. Plenty of time to burn down a tavern and eat a bard." The blue haired woman utters, mirth clear on her face. Sliding into her own seat, she tips her chair back so she's leaning near the newcomer, pouting once more.<br/><br/>"He<em>is</em>quite cruel though! My poor heart can only take so much!"<br/>