<div class="floatright">(https://img.fireden.net/tg/image/1515/01/1515012561560.jpg)</div><strong>Jas Silverwing</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=314507.msg15213239#msg15213239)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Western Ramp<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: All; Lucifel, Meow, Valarna, Myra<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 27/27<strong>AC</strong>: 13<br/><strong>Active Effects</strong>: NA<br/><hr/><br/>Jas had anticipated a confirmation, possibly advising on how to proceed, from his quiet and lovely Guardian.  She confirmed all right but then took off to do said scouting, "Myra, wa-Gods damn it."  He felt an anxious frustration in his chest; he could order her back or to stop, but doing so might give her away.  He had not known her long, had not known either of his Guardians long, but he had come to feel protective of silent, lovely, naive Myra.  Valarna certainly didn't need his protection or worry, as she'd tell anyone within earshot whether they asked or not, but Myra seemed like she just might.<br/><br/>Then the arrogant noblewoman stopped Myra and kissed her.  Jas blinked in surprise at that.  That was...unexpected.  And more than a little...exciting.  As if her Guardian going about in all of their nude glory didn't create enough of a background level of arousal.  It would have been sexier without Meow being herself, however.  The more time he spent around the high handed shifter, the more he saw the wisdom in his people's way of earning nobility rather than inheriting.  Were all inherited nobles such entitled assholes?  He smirked at Gloss's more subtle Guardian calling her "mess Mewl" when she departed.<br/><br/>But he shook his head, clearing it and turning his focus back to what was before them.  Kaahreyha's words on what they faced were not wrong, both in terms of the risk and in terms of...what they were hearing.  From here, it did sound like the enemy were...intimately occupied.  But unlike a mortal force, they didn't need weapons to be dangerous.  There was less advantage in catching them in the act than one might think.  "It does sound as though they are...very busy.  But I should like confirmation of that and a count of our foe before we act.  Particularly if it would put us out of position to support Hammer.  We must remember our role."  He said that for the benefit of the rest of his fellow summoners as much as the hotblooded war leader.<br/><br/>He drew in a breath and focused, reaching out with his senses.  As her Summoner, he could see through Myra's eyes and perceive as she did.  As well as speak to her telepathically and cast spells from her as if she were he.<em>"I am with you, Myra,"</em>she spoke to her through their connection.<em>"You're doing well and have back up; Tamithari and Lucifel have moved in to scout as well."</em>He sought to see what he could through her as well, using her vantage point as his own.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Perception</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2020-01-13 15:58:00, Armphid (uid: 65288) rolls: 1d20a4 Result: 12</div></div><br/><br/>"I've no doubt we'll need your many gifts, tardy or otherwise, before this is over, Master Featherstone."  Jas smiled, shifting his regard over to the named party for a moment before resuming gazing off into the middle distance as he saw through Myra's eyes.  "It's reassuring to see I'm not the only Summoner with an impertinent Guardian."  Let alone one who seemed to think little of him.  Valarna had made that clear to him, and the fiend seemed to feel the same about his Summoner.  He could understand to a point Featherstone did seem to like to preen.  But he wasn't insulting the way Silverfur was, so it was more bearable.  "Can you see anything through Tamithari?  Or you through Lucifel's high perspective, Dame Silverfur?"