<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/37/Luna%27s_Sword_Dancer_Edit_bigger.jpg)</div><strong>Avalae T'sos</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1OTWmmph_cZxFe3YRoSgnMd2uEmPLRRdYbkYXYgSnXPY/edit)<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=325991.msg15620688#msg15620688">Quote from: Tagan on 09-10-2020, 01:36:59</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e0/Halfpanther.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Dornathinlornaza (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2309647)</span><br/><strong>Location:</strong> Kneeling at her Mistress’s side<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br/><strong>Active Effects:</strong> Extended Mage Armor, Extended Alter Self, Motivate Intelligence, Resilient Troops<br/><hr/>Dora waits until the room is more or less empty, then casts message. Facing away from anyone in the area still, with her head down, no one can see her lips moving as she speaks to her Mistress in whispers only Avalae can hear, and in the Sylvan tongue.<br/><br/>”So.  Searching for a ‘Serial Killer’ that is protected from divination.  Not exactly my area.  Best I can think of, shifting into a Winter Wolf, and Tracking it by scent.  Any other ideas?”<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Kissable midnight purple lips moved thoughtfully, but they made no sound...<br/><br/>No sound that any save Dora heard, that is.  "That seems a good thing to try, little one.  Likewise the way your blessing expands my mind will surely aid us.  Let us walk to my chamber while we ponder."<br/><br/><div align="center">*   *   *</div><br/>Back at Avalae's well appointed chambers, the ebony maiden sat on the side of her bed, thoughtful.  She caressed Dora's hair.  In that caress, the charmed and enslaved unicorn could feel the loving, compassionate person that hid deep inside of Avalae, crying quietly in hidden corners of her soul, reaching out to her.<br/><br/><div align="center">*   *   *</div><br/>“By your command, I have come, Lady Ilivarrra.”  Avalae entered the lovely priestess's chamber, leading Dora by silver leash attached to an adamantine collar.  She took a knee and inclined her head, but—knowing her value to the house—rose after giving the gestures of respect.  Though of commoner blood, she had won by her own accomplishment the right to rise before the second daughter without being bidden.  Ruby eyes glanced briefly around the chamber and the buxom drow quirked a grin.  “I appreciate your décor, Lady Ilivarrra.”