<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>: Camp, approaching Meow's tent<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Myra, Lucifel, Meow referenced<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 27/27<strong>AC</strong>: 13<br/><strong>Active Effects</strong>: NA<br/><strong>Spell Slots</strong>:  1st 3/4  | 2nd 2/2<br/><hr/><br/>It was a testament to the seriousness of the situation they were in and the young elf's devotion to his duty that sorting out and dealing with the captives of the things from outside the world had almost entirely removed the evening's promised event from his mind.  Almost.  Even as he and Myra had gone among the ravaged and used villagers, making the decisions that were best and necessary, while trying to be as merciful as they could, it was still in the back of his mind.<br/><br/>Dame Silverfur had offered to punish Myra and to teach her...about that part of life.  And then agreed to do the same to him after he, well.  He had asked her to include him as he was responsible for Myra.  And because he...had feelings for his quiet, beautiful Guardian that meant that he did not want her to have that kind of touch if was not part of it.  And in part because he felt desire for the arrogant but lovely noble and her Guardian as well.  Selfish.  So he had asked her to include him.  She had agreed and as Lucifel had intimated...it would not only Myra that experienced...<br/><br/>He swallowed as they walked through the camp.  Fires burned all over and voices were raised in song and cheer.  Though here and there, one could catch a song of lament for those that had fallen in battle or who had been given...mercy.  But overall the mood was one of celebration.  Everyone knew that this was not over.  It had only just begun but it was a good beginning and far better than it could have been.  Light came from above then and Jas turned his eyes skyward, widening slightly at beholding the angelic beauty of Lucifel descending to guide them to his waiting Summoner.<br/><br/>Well, "guide" was a bit of a generous term.  It was more the mighty spirit putting a hand on each of their shoulders and marching them forward, apparently ready to force it if they declined.  But Jas had no intention to.  He reached out a hand to Myra, taking one of hers, "It will be all right, Myra.  And I...will be glad to share whatever comes with you.  I, perhaps I should have...well, no matter."<br/><br/>He glanced back at the angel with a smile that was attempting to be more confident than it was.  "Thank you, Lucifel."  His cheeks were stained with blush at the intensity of the heavenly figure's gaze and that saucy wink.  Gods.  He had found the angel to be alluring in ways that he wasn't entirely sure he was ready to cope with since first seeing them.  That feminine beauty and lush curves and that masculine and mighty maleness between their legs all at once...a heady and confusing combination.  But not unappealing.  "I, ah, I shall try to relax."  He would fail, most likely, but he would try.<br/><br/>The trio soon came to the tent; larger than most of the others by no small amount and hung with the colors of her noble house.  Jas cleared his throat, though he knew he didn't need to announce them.  Meow could see through Lucifel's eyes if she chose and could feel her Guardian at all times, just as he could with Myra.<br/><br/>Gods...what would that mean for tonight?<br/><br/>The elf wizard shook his head, trying to clear the thoughts away.  "Dame Silverfur, Maya and I are here, as we discussed.  May we enter?"