<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=12451.msg506983#msg506983">Quote from: Sianna on 13-01-2008, 19:03:43</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">In a low, conspiratorial tone Masina leaned to Mohini and asked<strong> "What do you think girl? Should I fix him some potion too?"<br/></strong><br/>She rumpled Mohini's hair and stood up to stretch. She arched her back until she was bent to resemble a horseshoe then straightened and leaned over to collect a platter for Quintus's meal.<br/><br/>Placing a sizable piece of what she assumed was mutton in the center, she arranged fruit and cheese around the meat in a circular pattern. Apricots, grapes, a whole pomegranate and a light cream colored cheese sliced into wafers were placed. A chunk of bread was set beside the meat and she figured it looked presentable.<br/><br/>Next, some of her wine was poured into the clay drinking bowl Mohini had just been dosed with. It still held some residue of the herb mixture but not enough to flavor the wine, Masina figured.<br/><br/>She lifted both bowl and platter and turning to Mohini, shared a wink and a grin with her before going to Quintus.<br/><br/>The platter was set on a barrel within reach, the drinking bowl she handed to him.<br/><br/><strong>"Don't get used to being served!"</strong> She snapped.<br/><br/><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><br/>Quintus watched the grl out of the corner of her eyes as she prepared a plate and the drink bowl for him. He made note of the fact that she used the same bowel as she had fed the other girl from. He smiled at her when she neared and spoke. He laughed, the sound being boisterous in the wind. As if he expected her to be nice to him on a contunial basis. He figured he was lucky to simply not have a knife in his back... She betrayed her own people, how long before she betrayed him he wondered, his eyes gazing deep inside hers.<br/><br/>He took the bowl in one hand as he locked the rudder in place and he grinned... "What was that you gave the gir?" he asked indicating the bowl, which he set down without drinking from, yet. He took a chunk of the mutton and brought it to his lips. His movements were casual...<br/><br/><br/><br/>