Of those who wore Tymoran symbols and were about the House of the Morning, the first Randal would hear of from one of Iseel's fellow acolytes, her roommate in fact, of having seen moments before (on her rather tardy rush from her own cloister to attend the now-beginning sermon) the dark-haired lady fraternizing in the orchard courtyard with lady Morninglord Kelsey Shatterstar,<br/><br/>~~<br/><br/>The three adventurers across the table bid good day, and once out of the purview of those six eyes, the twins only cuddled closer against Arivel. Their thighs clenched tightly around his exploring hands, and the twin on his lap bit down suddenly on a grape, causing it to burst juicily across her front teeth and the insides of her lips, when his fingers slid and hooked around the paper-thin silk panties under her skirt. "M'<em>lord</em>," she moaned, letting her head roll back until its crown rested across her shoulder. She lolled her head side to side, teeth gritted, and her lips came against his cheek. Her twin kissed his other cheek, then suckled his earlobe. " 'Tis so cozy in here," she whispered, right into the man's ear, "After being up all night, 'tis agonizing to think of having to walk across town to Huntsilver manor when finally we do retire for our night's - rather, day's - rest."<br/>