<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c8/Phelypsis.jpg)</div>Phelypsis chuckled softly  at Ayca’s and Nuria’s little jest. Their plot would not work. They could probably knock her out with some spell, but both of the women were too puny to carry her anywhere. She pouted a bit at Nuria’s explanation of her attire. Phelypsis had assumed that of course everyone would put their everything into having the perfect costume. To hear that her friend took the easy way out was a bit disheartening. Although, had Nuria not told her that it was a low effort costume Phelypsis would likely have never known the difference. She would have guessed that the veil made her a ghost or a philosopher or something equally scary.<br/><br/>“Hmm?” Phelypsis returned Nuria a quizzical look. She didn’t quite get what the immolator had meant right away, then she spotted the paints. Paint Nuria? The suggestion made Phelypsis’ imagination run wild. She smiled at the thought of tickling Nuria, then bit her lip when the imagination progressed a bit further down. “Hehe…” She could probably get away with saying that the brush slipped. Maybe not, but Ayca might, or maybe… Phelypsis lost her grin when she realized that the conversation was progressing to a bad direction. “No, don’t paint my wings,” she protested, placing hands up on the helmet wings to protect them. She had put a lot of effort into the outfit, especially the wings. Each feather she had found herself from the hen pen floor. As fun as it might be to play around she didn’t want to ruin it all, not this early into the celebrations! She didn’t want to miss out on painting though. “But maybe elsewhere…  I think painting would be fun.” She nodded. Other stuff might be fun too, but at this point she was pretty sure Nuria just wanted help and nothing more.<br/><br/>Help she would give. All this planning was actually starting to get her pretty excited. Phelypsis lifted her pint and downed it in one go, let out a little burp, wiped her mouth and stood up. “Let’s go!” She piled up the chalk on the tan and bounced up and down eagerly. “So what did you want to paint? War paint? There were some people who warpainted a lot back home. I thought I was fearsome enough without so I didn’t do it much, but it’s an okay thing to do if you want to.”