Karanissa eats lightly, sampling everything in small amounts.  The food seems to be easing her stomach flutters a bit, as well as her appetite, as she listens to her wife.  She imagines Kirae doing exactly as she describes, her bosom heaving slightly at the though, and se wonders idly for a moment if she'll ever stop blushing.  She's read about these things, and even seen the sister novices behave so, but this is so much more real, more personal.  The almost savage desire and barbaric imagery do not cause fear but rather a rising desire of her own, a need to feel such passionate lovemaking.  Somewhere between meditation and daydream, she sits across from Kirae, eyes locked on her beloved's, hands resting on the tabletop gripping a fork not ungently.  Her delicate lips part gently in a little sigh, breath quickened just noticeably.  She has been waiting for this night since the moment she saw Kirae in the temple hall, golden incense burner gifted by some rich noble family frozen in the act of being placed in her bag.  That same sense of adventure and naughtiness never did leave her wife, for which Karnissa will be forever grateful to both her teachers at the temple and her Goddess.<br/><br/>She speaks Elven in a breathy whisper, "<em>I am yours, beloved wife, given by my Goddess, my queen, my teachers, my family and most of all, myself.  And such glorious adventures we shall have!  If you continue to speak so, we may have them here at this table...</em>"  She laughs softly as if to give the words jest, but the heat in her eyes declares the truth of her want.