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1It was a cool night at the noble's estate, stars hanging overhead and the moon shining brightly making the house and the surrounding town live up to its namesake. A passable collection of the movers and shakers of the land had joined together, coaxed into the home with a month's worth of whispers and bragging and favors asked to get them all here in order to see the newest pride and joy of the lord. He had recently acquired the services artist 'The like of which have never been seen, both in beauty and skill' and endeavored to make sure everyone knew about it. How he had acquired the services and whom the artist might be remained somewhat a mystery, no doubt encouraged to be so, but they could never escape the rumor mill which was quick to identify the newly residing red-haired woman that came callng to the estate shortly before the boasting began.
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3No expense had been spared to liven up this party, a live band playing gently in a corner of the white-painted gallery where the art pieces would reside. There were several, each grand and bold in their color and complexity. Each managing to promote their own unique image while telling a continuous story as one would tread the path of the ordered pieces. They depicted the tale of boy destined to become a knight, going through training and enduring the labours of both war and heartbreak until at the very last painting he met an untimely end, crushed beneath the claws of dragon. And there it ended abrubtly, much to many mixed but fervent reactions that drove discussion for all those who cared to take time from the grand game of courtly intruige to view the pieces.
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5Cyv, for her part, had been as much of an art piece as what was on display in the gallery. She wore a flowing green gown provided for her by her patron, slender and doing much to show off her pale figure with her flowing red hair done-up in a braided bun. She remained charming, if aloof, as she chatted with the guests, learning long ago that people preferred to fill in their own impressions of you rather than you insisting on your own. Besides, the chatter of the lesser races tended to bore her the more repetative they got, and repitition towards her artistic skill was the name of the game right now.
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7Still, she allowed them their hand shaking and compliments, making use of her time with each to study and learn and plot. All the while her eyes roving across the crowds for an excuse to step away for a moment.
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9Aylssaria had arrived without fanfare or announcement, and frankly she had something of a reputation for simply.. Arriving, at such get togethers. Mostly in the sense that if she felt she had somewhere to be, she would make efforts to see to it she was there; whether invited or not. She had something of a reputation in Silverymoon; unavoidable, given her efforts to.. Live on the surface without masking her true self. A difficult goal, and some habits were hard to kick, not to mention the risks involved.. But overall, it had been working in her favour. She had respect, she had influence, and she had picked up more or less where her alter, redheaded self had left off. Working from the background, making herself the sort of person people wanted to have on their side; as well as to be on the good side of. It was a balancing game, of being involved in many sides, of, as an old friend would put it, 'having her hands in many cookie jars'.
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11So it was no wonder the mysterious, calculating and pleasant woman had learned of one of the local Nobles boasting about a certain red haired sorceress involved with paintings.. Despite how impossible she was sure it was, how it was very likely just coincidence- and quite possibly Fate having a giggle at her expense.. She could not simply leave it be without investigating further. She made it her business to be informed of a great many things, she was if nothing else, a woman of preparation and patience.
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13She was, additionally, rather a striking woman. There was no denying how she stood out from the crowd, her shimmering alabaster white locks of hair reaching down to her shoulders, a handful of threads weaved into a braid on her left side. Clad in a gown that would fit in with a Victorian aesthetic, frilled with lace and matching with the corset around her upper body. Her shoulders were bare, her arms clad in ball gloves reaching up to her elbows, the ensemble in black with blue trim and accents and lace. Naturally, her skin tone of an obsidian black and her pointed ears giving away her fey heritage; and that of a Drow. A race primarily evil in nature, calculating and known for deceit, malice, betrayals, born from the Underdark. Silverymoon was no stranger to the incursions of the Drow, be it raids in the night attacking settlements and travellers in the local territory, or worse.
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15Aylssaria however, carried herself with a calm assured confidence, and a smile. Mingling calmly back and forth, observing. Her motives were usually difficult to discern, she regularly kept her cards close to her chest, and while there were those that could trace the pattern of how frequently she was seen at anything art related.. Everyone had a hobby, right?
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17Having taken in the view of the various paintings.. and discreetly used a spell of Detect Magic upon herself to discern if any of them were enchanted in any way, she was quickly learning her suspicions of just coincidence may well be accurate. She could hear the various other guests playing sycophant to the attractive woman.. though the Drow was curious to see what kind of person she was. Did she revel in the vanity and fawning? What was her agenda here? A powerful sorceress.. Well, she was hoping to find out.
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19Having spent enough time mingling back and forth, lingering vaguely nearby to Cyv, her excellent hearing affording her the ability to eavesdrop at least a little bit, she waited for a suitable opportunity before finally approaching the woman, and flashing her a pleasant smile, as her studying blue gaze sought the other woman's eyes. She parted her lips to speak, her voice pleasant, though immediately apparent as foreign, with an exotic accent unlike what any of the other guests might have.
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21"Lady Cyvorrla, I don't believe we've had the pleasure?" Though something in her gaze.. Hard to discern, but she was looking for any sign of recognition. Even a hint of note that this woman recognised Aylssaria, as she introduced herself, lips still curled in a pleasant smile. "Lady Aylssaria Vandree."
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23Cyvorrla could be called many things, but unobservant was not one of them. Despite her attention to the admirers in front of her and her charming replies to keep them happy as well as a continued conversation to her patron as he worked himself back and forth to keep her supplied with drink and food. She had noticed the drow the moment the fey-like woman had stepped into the gallery, that white hair contrasting with her darker skin drew her eyes just like all the others. The dress the woman wore flattered the form and pleased the eye and Cyv made sure to note such as the woman did her solo tour around her art pieces.
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25That the newly announced artist was a sorceress had not been kept a secret, it was part of the appeal of her work and how she made use of the magic to bring the paintings to life. Such mixing of talent was required in a city full of such wonders and when Aylssaria studied them with her spell she would find them lighting up with a complex weave of imagery and layers that enhanced rather then drew away from the efforts of mere brush and paint.
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27Aylssaria's observation of the sorceress turned artist would turn up several intruiging things as well to the right amount of study. Cyv was a beautiful woman, near ideal in form and almost statuesque in how pale she was. She spoke without hesitation, words flowing out of her as if each was premeditated and practiced and encompassed by an accent that somehow managed to be from nowhere and everywhere, as if her way of speaking had been borrowed from people the world over. She was easy to smile, clever with her jokes, and more than once had made a flirtatious comment to the fairer sex; whether or not they appeared single.
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29When Aylssaria at last approached, there seemed to be something of a smug smile on the redheaded woman's painted lips; like an expected package had just arrived and the sorceress was simply waiting at the doorstep for the page to present it to her hand. Those sharp green eyes focused quickly on those clear blues and the focus of her attention made it seem as if for all the world that Aylssaria was the only one in it. But there would be no flutter of recognition or pause of hesitation at masking one's surprise at seeing a face one had seen before. Instead the redhead woman merely returned the smile warmly, extending both slender arms to take Aylssaria's hand in her own and give it a welcoming squeeze before releasing, her skin warm to the touch. "Lady Aylssaria, we have not but the pleasure is mine all the same. Thank you for coming to see my works, I trust they held up to your scrutiny?" she offered with a coy lilt to her tone, heading turning on an elegant neck to glance back over her shoulder and look towards one of her paintings on the wall. Green eyes peeking back out the corner of the eye to say with a conspiratorial note, "It would be far too crude to place a painting in these wonderful halls and not use every tool at my disposal, no?" she asked.
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31Aylssaria was something of a paradox, one who managed to avoid drawing attention to herself, yet by her unique nature could not avoid doing so. In a sense, it was the kind of attention she'd draw attention to, that she almost used one to distract from the other, like a balance. Allowing her the freedom to mingle.. Or to simply move without being bothered. Studying the paintings, as well as the magic behind them, though she did so discreetly, of course. Not that the woman watching her failed to notice.. Good as she was, Aylssaria might not necessarily have noticed her watching her all the while, but the fact that Aylssaria's attention had one rather prominent focus lent her a certain advantage in that regard. The trick was figuring out whether she had drawn attention out of familiarity.. Or a desire for familiarity~. Either way, she was capable of handling it.
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33Additional to her dress, was a lace choker around her neck, with a symbol in silver attached to it, in the form of a crescent moon, overlaid by a sword touching each end of the crescent. Aylssaria did not fail to notice the woman's stunning looks, but she was not distracted by it the way others in the party might have been. Meeting the woman's gaze, and seeing.. Nothing. No recognition, no reaction, not even subtly. It was the last note in a long list of reasons to confirm that this was not, in fact.. Some variant or complication in events from her past. No, just fate having a giggle.
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35On the bright side, it was an excuse to perhaps get to know a beautiful and powerful woman, and Aylssaria was, if nothing else, opportunistic. In a subtle way, she relaxed just a touch at the internal confirmation. Allowing her hand to be taken, corner of her lips curling in a hint of amusement at the formality, but inclining her head in acknowledgement nonetheless. "Not at all, I'm something of a.. Patron of the arts, I suppose. They're beautifully made." A curl of her lips, a hint of a grin at the woman calling out on having noticed. "Using all of one's talent to create is far from a bad thing. Your work is no doubt more welcome here in Silverymoon for their layered enchantments than, say, Waterdeep. No doubt some would call it cheating.. Such mentality lacks.. Imagination." She stated calmly, resting one arm under her bust, her opposite elbow against her hand, raising her glass to her lips to sip for a moment.
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37"You know, he's really been quite boastful. Your patron, that is, talking about how he's hired you. I'm curious, what -is- the nature of your, ah.. Arrangement, with him? Publicity? Good for word of mouth, perhaps, but tied down.. So, colour me curious. Let's just say I have a suspicion you can do more than weave magic into canvas." With the way Cyv held herself, that confidence, self-assuredness and sense of presence.. She was more than just an up and coming magically talented artist. She was someone with an agenda. Aylssaria wanted to learn more. Besides.. She was making a good first impression, worst case scenario she spends a portion of the evening in pleasant company. What a pity.
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39Cyvorrla 's painted lips quirked upward in no small amusement, delight writ on her features at the appreciation of her work. "That is indeed my own opinion on the subject, to paint without magic would be as unthinkable as doing so without my eyes." her head turned once more to lay her attention back on the Drow before her. Contemplating the woman's presence in a place that might make her more rare than even a dragon such as herself. She certainly knew she had never seen Aylssaria's kind, thought knew plenty of them. Spiteful, deceitful creatures whose beauty was simply another keen edge to slide between your ribs. Yes, there were plenty of questions that rose to her foremost of her thought as she met those blue eyes and regarded them for a quiet moment as the Drow told of what her patron had been boasting about. It was not the first time she had been asked that question, and the intent behind it reached somewhere within the middle of the array of questions sent her way. All of them seeking to nose out the scandalous in her arrangement with the Lord of the House. Gossip ever made the rumor mill turn.
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41She answered the same way she always did, a sparkling laugh and a shake of her head. Green eyes flashing playfully, "Your curiosity is not singular in company tonight, Aylssaria." she began, rolling the word easily off her lips and with the same intonation as it had been relayed to her. "He's nothing more than a patron, ensuring I have a bed to rest, food to eat, and fine clothes to wear to maintain a living while he makes use of my work to bring such fine people as yourself into his home."
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43Lacking a drink to dramatically sip at, she instead took the opportunity to study the silver choker around that dusky neck, even admiring how it clasped about the darker flesh. "For all his boasting, I am confident he will make good use of his guests to achieve several of goals." again her eyes sparkled, "Somehow I think you do not number among them."
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45Aylssaria smiled wider, giving a nod of her head in agreement. "Quite. If one does not use all at their disposal, one is either doing so on purpose.. Or missing out." Though as she lingered, letting the woman study her, her lips took a wry curl at the.. not quite fake laugh, but it sounded.. Well, too easily 'canned'. Prepared as deflection, along those lines. She knew there was likely something more to it, it was a mask to hide behind, one that would work on most, but she saw right through it. "That may be so, but my intent is rather different, I'd wager. Others arrogant or fawning, perhaps seeking some crack in the arrangement that they can use, some way to tempt you to their employ, steal you, or otherwise some manner by which they might.. Gain something." She stated, in a calm tone, but her gaze not wavering. Her own goals were.. Not that, actually. She did not seek to gain from Cyv, or to spirit her away by her beauty.. No, she just sought to be.. Informed. Aware. And perhaps even enjoy her company.
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47"Indeed? Well, he sounds to have quite the advantageous arrangement." She stated simply, but it wasn't a hard guess that there was more to it. Not that she was prying- much.
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49She didn't fail to notice the way her eyes lingered on her neck, and she smiled, not commenting. It was unlikely Cyv would recognise what it symbolised, as a religious symbol for one from the Drow pantheon, but it was certainly pretty, a holy symbol attached to a lace choker. The symbol looked.. old. A little battered at the edges. It looked unlikely Aylssaria was it's first owner. "Oh no doubt. A reasonable turnout, connections to be made, social ladders to be climbed.. All on the back of your work." A hint of disapproval, there? She gave a modest smile however at the last comment. "Likely not. Different circles, you see." A pause, considering for a moment, before speaking further, shifting instead to.. Genuinely, just an attitude of interest and casual conversation. One difference she might pick up on from Aylssaria, she wasn't trying to impress Cyv. She wasn't trying to get her attention, to influence her, she was just.. Talking. With that self-assured confidence. Realistically, at this point, Aylssaria had achieved her goal. Now? Just taking some time to enjoy her company, for however long that might last.. And she wasn't intimidated by her in the slightest.
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51"So, the tale in your paintings.. To grow, to face hardships, and then to be crushed despite their best efforts. Existentialism, about the inevitability of death, no matter how one might struggle in life? Or something more personal, a Dragon you knew? I'm interested to hear."
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53Cyvorrla was already far more engaged with Aylssaria than she had been with her other conversations. Not once had those eyes flittered across the gallery in search of something else to distract or draw her away from the present moment. Aylssaria's genuine interest showed clearly in the undertones, and it played well to the sorceress' vanity as the two women conversed. The two so clearly engaged in each other's company that others could find no excuse to intervene without being rude.
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55"A fair assesment, and even an accurate one of our company, I dare say Aylssaria. It makes for a most interesting game to play, far better than others for its quickness and stakes." she seemed amused by the notion of others imploring her and seeking to influence her one way or the other towards their often transparent goals but never could such be called out without risking a faux paus. It made the Drow all the more interesting for the lack of such games, at least for now. Initially, Cyv had thought she saw some hidden desire in the woman's demeanor, and a reserved expectation of something that so far she had not or been unable to meet. That the failure did not cause any sort of disappointment on Aylssaria's part made it all the more curious.
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57Her attention had returned to those pools of blue, and the sorceress smiled again. Happy to explain her work, "More than anything I liken it to a subversion of expectations. The bold hero dies neither at home amongst his loved ones nor in glory. He was simply ended like many facing something beyond his reach, however much expectation and confidence buoyed him forward to his death as you have noted yourself. I have very much enjoyed the reactions of those who reach the end." she admitted with a small laugh, "I do not think very many of those who are here are accustomed to so visceral a failure. So, in a way, it is my own small little joke I share with each of them." the questioned answered but many of the specifics of the questions avoided.
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59For the first time she looked away from Aylssaria to others, noting particularly the presence of her patron and what he was up to before her eyes strayed towards the table where glasses of wine stood. "Are you alone here? Perhaps I can interest you in the position of my escort for the rest of the night Aylssaria?" she asked.
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61Aylssaria didn't fail to notice how she'd rather captured the Sorceress' attention, and while it was for no ill intent, mere genuine curiosity for the most part.. A small part of her did take some amusement out of how one of the few people not really intended by the patron to come by, nor someone easily played.. was the one most engaging with the lady the event. She flashed a smile once more, though seeming amused at the woman's talk of the game. Aylssaria played it when she needed to, but sometimes she got further by not playing the game at all. It was always fun to try and throw people just a little bit off-guard. She was one for subverting expectation, in more ways than one.
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63Her attention was rather clearly focused on Cyv, but always had a general awareness for her surroundings as well. A casual glance during a lull in conversation, or a pause, but quickly shifting her gaze to meet Cyv's once more. That the two were equal in height afforded an almost symbolic equality that neither had to look up nor down to meet each other's stare.
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65"Curious.." She mulled it over for a moment, then let a slow smile crease her lips. "No, indeed not.. A fair number of the people here tend to get what they want. It's easy to relate to a story that ends well, or to believe they're relating to it. The struggle, the journey.. True hardship and crushing loss is difficult to relate to without.. Personal experience, I think. Those that lack that may be more put-off, or caught off guard. It tells the tale of so many unsung heroes who tried so hard, but in the end, failed." A pause, considering, before adding. "Though, it could also work as a tale of caution. That one should be prepared, one should.. Better know that one is capable of standing a chance, before taking a fight on. A tale warding others away from recklessness, or otherwise brazen, even foolhardy attempts at slaying the proverbial, or sometimes literal, dragon." She said, more or less thinking out loud her potential interpretation of the paintings. She seemed.. Far from put off, but genuinely interested. And perhaps a little.. truthful in the need for personal experience.
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67But, finally, her gaze having lingered on the paintings while she spoke, turned back towards Cyv, her lips pursed for a moment, before smiling and stating simply. "I like it." There was no undertone, no play, no seeking of approval or to impress, it was.. Simply, honesty. Genuine.
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69Then, a little chuckle, nodding once at the question, before looking.. Flattered, curious, one eyebrow arching at the offer, and.. rather a playful quirk pulling at her lips. No, she knew that wasn't what Cyv meant by 'escort'.. But the mental image was far from unattractive, all the same, and it tickled her a touch. "Bold. I like it. Well.." She paused, her eyes casting around the room, as if she needed time to consider the offer.. She didn't, but it was fun to pretend. "I suppose it would be a kindness to have my company. I should warn you, a fair few will be put off by my very presence. Apparently I'm 'intimidating'." She said, this time with a playful grin. As if that wasn't half the point of it in the first place.
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71Cyvorrla enjoyed the unique experience of watching Aylssaria interpret the art for herself, speaking her mind and relaying her thoughts as they came to her gave an interesting insight to the Drow's mindset. Art had a way of doing that, and while the gallery that was on display tonight possessed it's own story and themes, Cyv had to wonder how her new companion might fare with something less laid out. A small smile more for herself crossed her lips as she already began to envision the next few paintings she would be doing for her patron, wondering how pleased he, and the rest of those he rubbed elbows with, would be on discovering that the inspiration came from Aylssaria.
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73She agreed with all the interpretations that the woman summoned forth, they were reasonable and well thought out and Cyv learned a great deal from the thoughtfulness of it. She did not look at the paintings while Aylssaria spoke, simply watching the woman and her eyes were there when at last the other returned her attention back to the sorceress. "I'm glad you do." she replied, "The goal of what artists seek to accomplish is varied. Some seek to provoke thought, others feeling. They seek notoriety or infamy or perhaps they paint because that is what puts food in their belly..." the thought trailed off and she acknowledged the rest of what her companion had said.
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75"Then you will be doing what I require of you. Keep me company, and by your company keep me without it." she returned with her own grin, rising to the playful statement sent her way before she nodded gently towards the table and began to make her way there at a slow pace to begin with so the Drow could catch up with her. Then it was an easy walk towards the destination as Cyv resumed her train of thought. "Do you think you can tell why an artist does what they do, Aylssaria?" she asked lightly, wanting to see how the Drow would respond, finding herself enjoying that to meet those blue eyes she had to neither look up nor down. They were always there within easy reach of her own gaze to capture whenever she desired to look.
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77Aylssaria was fully aware how the woman watched her, while she spoke. While their gazes might not meet as she swept her eyes over the paintings, she could feel how the red haired woman was.. Studying her. Admiring, even, to the subtle details. Truly, Aylssaria was a beautiful woman, of that there was no doubt. Those of fey ancestry had that advantage over the younger races. Elves, Drow, and all the varieties.. All tended to hold a grace and beauty beyond that of just human. However, more than just physical attributes, Aylssaria held grace and confidence. A quiet, calm confidence, not the brash or loud kind, but one that simply.. Was. She did not need affirmation or validation, it was simply there. Her grace was more with her movements. Every motion was with purpose, she never fidgeted, there was never wasted energy or an accidental motion. She held a dancer's grace. After all, though Cyv did not know it, Aylssaria's talent for artistic expression lay with the dance.
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79A wider smile creased her lips however, at that talk of what artists seek. She knew well that desire of her own accord, and considered for a moment, before speaking. "And some simply seek to.. Express. That their artistic expression.. Exists. Not necessarily to provoke or to gain in any way, but just.. For them." She did not dance as a performer, for others. She danced for herself, she danced to be free, as a conduit to express her emotions, something once so locked away by cultural necessity.
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81"An advantageous arrangement, then." She said, grinning. "Lucky me, to have so captured the guest of honour in my company." She teased. She walked with her with ease, stepping alongside her with a graceful ease that came second nature to her as they continued to speak. She arched an eyebrow, almost taking it as the woman wanting to test her, before responding. "Motivation varies wildly, for many. Such reasons can be anything from simple desire of expression to complex machinations. If I were to speculate as to your motivations.." A pause, before shaking her head softly. "I do not know you well enough to rightly say. Your desire to evoke unusual reactions by subverting expectation is a strong point to judge by, but I have no frame of reference for whether that is an outlier, or your methodology.. Which could be rectified by viewing more of your work in the future~. But for now..
82how about an exchange? I'll tell you what I do, and why I do it.. And you tell me what draws you to the canvas." Eyes meeting hers once more, lips grinning again, wanting to see what she'd say.
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84Cyvorrla found the pleasantness of Aylssaria's company to continue even as they were in motion, the way the woman moved alongside her surpassed even her own manufactured grace and that was something to take notice of. For it had been many experiments and hours spent studying the lesser races in motion before she had constructed a form that pleased her fully. It was easy to place the gift of that grace on the fey-blood within the woman but Cyv suspected that there was even more to it than that as the both of them strolled through the throng.
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86The Drow's answer pleased the sorceress and she smiled again, looking ahead this time as they arrived at the table and Cyv plucked for herself a glass of wine to bring to her lips and add a new dash of crimson to them with a sip. Peering over the glass rim towards her conversation partner before lowering the glass to speak. "I can't say as I've considered that notion, shocking as it may be. The le-..." she paused and a thought seemed to die on her lips and her eyes went distant for just a flicker of time before she was back and attentive. "Things always seem to be driven by neccesity, here and everywhere in my experience. Even in something as supposedly free as art there are designs behind it's creation." a free hand extended to encompass the room, needing no better example. A cynical opinion, but a realistic one.
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88The tease sent her way provoked a giggle from the redhead and she listened quietly with great interest as Aylssaria rose to the challenge of her question. "So far as anyone has access to the map of their own mind, my understanding lends me to say you touch closely to my purpose for these paintings, at least. I will show you the rest, and we shall both see if you are able to fully see what lies beneath." a nod then in agreement. Those blue eyes catching her own and drawing her in so that she was seeing nothing but the woman next to her once more. "Please do, Aylssaria. Much intruiges me about you."
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90Aylssaria was enjoying this, no denying that. She'd discussed art with people before, but this was.. They were discussing themselves and each other, probing each other, learning about each other and they way they thought as much as they were discussing art, if not more. They'd formed their own game of intrigue, and that very notion drew Aylssaria to the woman all the more, that they.. had an undeniable chemistry.
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92She listened to her, not interrupting, and tilted her head, visibly curious as the woman trailed off. She did not speak, instead waiting patiently to see where she'd pick up. Not rushing her, merely waiting.. and watching. Taking the moment to just take in her features, the way she was in those moments of.. glimpsing beneath the mask. "Cynical.. Not unreasonable, though.. A touch sad, I think. Your current ensemble, naturally, would be driven by some forms of necessity. The arrangement with your patron, whatever influence they may have had, your desire to.." She paused a moment, and then.. a pleased, genuine, soft smile creased her lips as she found the right words. "Your desire to subvert expectations is predicated on your desire to paint for others. To evoke reactions from them, one way or another. What if you were to paint for yourself, in the moment? To simply stand before canvas, brush in hand.. Nobody to tell you what they want. No expectations of what others want, no pre-planning on your part, and no mentality on what others will think of it when it's done.. but just.. To paint. In the moment, for you. For what you want to see, for what you want to.. Express. What you want to have -exist-, and be laid upon that canvas." Hoping to plant the seed of an idea in her mind, but.. She did like the idea of trying to inspire Cyv. To help her broaden her horizons. Honestly, advising people with an outside perspective.. That was very much the core of what Aylssaria sought to do. She shared her vision with others, to help broaden theirs.
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94"It could be  the most personal painting you've ever made. It could be one you never share, never show to anyone, something you keep only for yourself.. But it would exist. It would be expressed." Of course, she'd love to see what would come of it.. but she couldn't say so. That very sentence alone would risk tarnishing the ideal of making it not to impress anyone.
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96"I look forward to it. I'll hold you to it, Cyvorrla. It will afford me an.. interesting glimpse into your ways, I think." She tilted her head, smiling, considering for a moment, before a playful grin creased her lips. "Oh I'm sure, you know.. Most people would have brought up my heritage at least once by now, even despite our discussions of art. But, if you want to know, I'm sure you're capable of asking." A teasing grin, before she continued. "As for my art, I dance. I dance to rhythm, to music.. Sometimes a melody in my mind, sometimes a melody at a ball.. Sometimes the rhythm of a dance floor, and sometimes the rhythm of combat." Flashing a grin, her gaze unwavering from the woman opposite her. "Though they tend not to consider it such, my opponents make for excellent improvised dancing and flourishes. Swordfighting is in large part about footwork, posture, technique, after all.. To meld one with the other.." A casual hand gesture, a modest shrug, then a smile.
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98Cyvorrla considered Aylssaria's words as they came, genuinely surprised by the viewpoint this woman held towards art. It was not one she had heard expressed often in her many years amongst the lesser races; the same way of addressing that had almost slipped from her tongue mere moments ago. The way the Drow framed her argument made it quite appealing, exposing an inner part of herself that held no purpose other than to exist and for no one but herself. More thoughts of what she might paint sprang to mind, but they were just as quickly dismissed as practicality asserted that there would be no use in planning ahead of time something of that nature. There were far better things to focus on and she would simply let the art take its own shape as it was born like so many other things in her life.
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100She again drank from her glass, savoring the pleasant flavors along her tongue as she did much the same with her eyes upon Aylssaria's features while the woman smiled at her. A slight wrinkle at the corner of her eyes lighting up her own to twinkle conspiratorily again; sensing the unspoken desire to see what exactly she would paint for an audience of one.
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102"I could ask, but I think questions fail to capture what I want to see of you the longer I stand in front of you, Aylssaria. Fighting..? I would never have guessed." and she wouldn't have either, already imagining a sword in the woman's hand tall and proud and triumphant. It would make a good painting. Cyv had seen the graceful dance of death that the surface-dwelling elves used to fight before and it was something she had a fondness for even when the blade was turned against her. She wondered how similar it would be to see Aylssaria doing the same. She continued, eyes favoring the Drow's white hair and darker skin for a moment. "Forgive my rudeness, but I simply do not think your heritage is as important as what you yourself choose to do. Perhaps that is foolish but I simply view it as a luxury afforded by my position, and I hope you would do me the same courtesy..?" a smile, more wolfish this time sprang from those lips to dazzle before faltering to something more subtle. 
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104Behind them, the music had shifted to something more invitational, cajoling the guests to gather at the center floor and dance if they so chose and many had taken the option. Couples pairing off while groups lingered at the edges either looking for partners of their own or simply watching the guests. Setting her glass down, Cyv stretched out her hand between them, palm up in offering to the Drow. "Dance with me? I would like to see your own expression." and she smiled again, lips warm and eyes matching. No hesitation in the voicing of the question, just curiosity and an interest in viewing for herself what Aylssaria enjoyed so very much.
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106Aylssaria continued ot simply smile, body language indicating her relaxed attitude, her comfort in this conversation. That there was no play for power, no angling for business or attempts to subvert or manipulate.. It was a pleasant change, and rare treat, to enjoy someone's company simply because they mutually enjoyed each other's company, and that was the only purpose to their continued conversation. Aylssaria's professional interest in her was mere convenient curiosity the moment she'd determined this woman was not one from her past. She was aptly familiar with when people wanted something from her, too.. and she liked that Cyv wasn't.. beating around the bush, trying to butter her up, or in some way toy with her.
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108One of the rare pleasures of having an honest conversation with an even rarer individual she appeared to have a fair few things in common with. 
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110The curl of a smile that creased her lips with distinct with amusement, and an almost.. invitational curiosity. "Oh? How restrained of you." She responds, a teasing look in her eyes. "Or do you simply prefer the view?" She added, lips curling into a hint of a smirk. "And yes, fighting. Where I'm from, one either learns to survive through any means necessary, or fails to survive at all. I don't mind however that it can be one of many tricks I have up my sleeve. Expectations and all that.." Perhaps Cyv would get a better idea of what Aylssaria was like in battle one day, it was only the tip of the iceberg of what the Drow woman was capable of. Not to mention that her style was.. as Beautiful in motion as it was deadly. A cant of her head, looking.. bemused by this. 
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112A pause, as if considering her words, before just adding in a gentle tone. "You're not.. Overly familiar with Drow, are you." It was an observation more than a question, but not an unkind one. "Whilst I appreciate your kindness in judging me based on your first hand experience and observations.. My race have done a great deal to deserve the animosity directed at them, and it is, in my honest opinion, a wise move to treat my kind with caution. Though," A modest shrug. "My personal experiences are something of a bias. Even when one is powerful, and in their element.. One should not grow complacent." She would know.. years ago, she was an excellent and skilled example of the very kind of person she was warning her about, now. Though she did smile casually afterwards, adding. "You need not fear that my opinion is born of any prejudice. I value first hand experience and my own judgement of character. Besides," Now, a more playful tone. "I have nothing against redheads except a general appreciation for the view." She grinned.
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114She did not fail to notice the change in music either, with how perceptive her keen Elven ears were, not to mention her general awareness for potential danger, at all times. Her eyes and attention did not divert however, still focused on the woman before her, even as Cyv moved to make an invitation.. Lips curled in an amused smile. "Certainly. Though at functions as these, it's not much beyond simply moving to the rhythm. Still, it would turn some heads and raise some eyebrows, and I know fine well how you like subverting expectations." A hint of a snicker in her tone now, grinning. Raising her hand, calmly and easily resting her hand in Cyv's, gently clasping. Their first meaningful physical contact, the dark tone of her skin contrasting against Cyv's pale complexion.
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116Cyvorrla was indeed intruiged by this woman, her company was warm and enveloping and the conversation remained lively even as the night moved along at a quick pace. Their conversation had shuttered them away much to the dismay of many who had tried and failed to capture Cyv's attention from afar. For all their self bravado, seeing the two women entangled in conversation as deeply as they were proved to be too firm a bond for them to find an easy opening and distract Cyv into a new conversation of their own making. They circled each other, sizing the other woman up as conversation flowed between them and the redhead made no game of hiding away or masking her growing opinion of her drow companion.
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118As the question came to her familiarity with the Drow, a small bit of color was provoked to cover Cyv's cheeks. Hiding her embarassment rather well as she did not know much at all of their kind; other than the negative opinion's she had picked up along the way. Aylssaria was the first she had seen with her own eyes and it was a sight that she feasted on more than a little. She held her composure and just allowed Aylssaria to speak her piece, even having a laugh bubble up softly past her lips as Ayllsaria's opinion of her hair became known.
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120Fingers rested atop hers and Cyv joined Aylssaria in clasping fingers, turning to the side so that she could leave her dance partner to the floor where people were already swaying in time to the music. "It is but another means to an end around here, but I shall enjoy your addition to it all the same Aylssaria." she murmured, taking the lead for now as they found their own space on the floor. Moving their clasped hands out to the right form while she stepped in close to place her other hand around the Drow's back and press into her shoulderblade. A bit of silent attunement to the rhythmn of the song before Cyv began to move them both to the music, free to talk again as they swayed. "It would not take much to convince me to a more active dance with you, but I suspect it would be out of place here. At least for now." a sly curl of her lips as she just enjoyed the dance.
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122Aylssaria gave an amused smile at the woman's hint of flushing, the colour to her cheeks, and shook her head softly. While it was attractive to catch her off guard like that and, simply, call her out.. She wasn't making fun or anything like that. "There is nothing wrong with not knowing. Underestimating that which you do not know.. That could be a problem one day, is all I'm saying."
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124Still, before long their hands were clasped, a grin on her lips as she followed Cyv to the dance floor, weaving easily amongst the people as the two of them, strikingly attractive with a clear chemistry as they were, no doubt drew some attention. "A means to an end.. I've no objections to the advantages of that~" A playful lilt to her voice, as she rested her hand on the woman's shoulder without hesitation for emphasis of exactly what advantage she was referring to, pressing her body just a hint into Cyv's in return, the two now much closer than before. The calm, obsidian skinned woman not hiding the fact she found this most.. Pleasant. She found the rhythm with the natural ease of a practiced dancer, but with Cyv taking the lead in the dance, she was moving gracefully to her pace. She had no desire to show off, merely enjoy the melody, the rhythm.. and the company.
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126"I shall bear that in mind, though I do believe we are drawing enough attention as it is without.. Showing off. I suppose that's just one of a few instances we have now that we ought to make good on to one another in the future, hm?" This close however, Cyv would be able to see something noteworthy on the Drow's skin. Dark as it was, it was difficult to even notice, but given the woman was likely enjoying the view.. With the shoulderless dress Aylssaria wore, the scars on her body would be plainly visible, though very dark. Faint outlines of dark on dark, nothing more, but.. Numerous. Spread out, and varied. Some over her shoulders, some her bare upper arms, some her back.. From slashes to stab wounds, to puncture wounds from bolts.. Many stories worth of what she'd survived in her life.
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128"How long are you staying in Silverymoon for? As.. if you can find time to pull yourself away from your Patron, well.. I would enjoy the opportunity of your company again in the future, Cyvorrla."
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130Cyvorrla felt no true embarassment at her call out, but it was always hard to face that there will still things she didn't know. But then, that's why she was even doing what she was right now, for the learning and the excitement. It was all so very much more interesting that brooding in some solitary den over a mound of gold. Not that she had ever done anything so stereotypical, except for once, just to see what it felt like. Uncomfortable mostly..
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132They drew attention walking towards their dance and even more as they continued it. Holding each other and pressing close as they spoke together in quiet repose. Cyv enjoying the closeness, Aylssaria's body firm from the lean muscles shifting underneath her yet ever so soft with that dark ebony skin. Her eyes peeled away from blue pools more than once to study her frame more closely, noting all the scars that came from the Drow's hard life. They told their own story and lent testimony to Aylssaria's words from earlier about her fondness for her dance of death. She was not repulsed by any of them, instead Cyv was merely intruiged by them. The woman she danced with right now was a survivior, and she could respect that, especially with how frail these mortals could so often be.
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134By contrast her own appearance was flawless, with nary a mark on her soft pale skin where it was visible. She possessed less muscle than the Drow but still managed to steer them both firmly and skillfully with surprising strength and dexterity or without tripping over either of their feet. That they were the same height made this all the easier as they floated across the dance floor.
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136She returned her attentions to Aylssaria's eyes, offering her a gentle smile. "For at least this night." came her coy response, but not wishing to tease her companion overly long she explained further. "I have not yet accomplished what I wish to here, and so I will remain until I have."
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138The two of them fit together well, Cyv noticed, and she even imagined they could have slid even further together and it would have felt as natural as flying to her. The Drow's skill in her footwork showing through and making her own task of leading easy, "I would enjoy such as well Aylssaria." a bemused twinkle in her eyes as she turned to find her patron through the crowd who had by now noticed her dancing with the other woman and was looking on with an inscrutable expression. She paid him no mind, knowing the deals he had made tonight would keep him satisfied for at least a few weeks. Her attention returned to her companion and her smile warmed again, "I am allowed guests as I please, regardless of how my relationship with him is perceived."
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140Aylssaria arched an eyebrow at the coy response, looking amused but waiting patiently for heer to continue, then her smile widening at the followup. "Well, I'm sure there is much yet for you to accomplish here to keep you content.." Such as spending more time with her new Drow companion, for one. The Drow hadn't failed to notice the Sorceress' flawless skin, and had been idly caressing her hand back and forth a small distance on her shoulder, hands still clasped, she had no shyness in pressing herself softly against Cyvorrla's body in their dance, sharing, embracing that closeness it afforded them, even as they were both occupied with each other's attention. Her footwork, posture, motions and grace all matching her with an accomplished, practiced ease. It wasn't anything particularly special, but she made it look easy, and a dance of this nature was more for the excuse to talk, closer..
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142Eyes flicked to where her gaze went, a grin creasing her lips as she saw some of the attention gained. It hardly surprised her. She hadn't exactly been expected either, yet somehow she still ended up on the list.. She simply had a way of making herself.. welcome. "Lovely. I'm sure your Patron will wish to show you some parts of Silverymoon.. What he considers interesting, that is. If you want to explore without drawing attention however, I can arrange something. Alternatively, you expressed interest in me.. If you want to know more, perhaps I should just invite you to my home? More.. Discreet, that way." A flash of a grin, as if there was illicit intent in there~. "I have something of a knack for subtlety, and a distaste for eavesdroppers and those that would would pry on my affairs; or that of my guests." A mischievous twinkle in her eye, for certain. Not to mention the closeness of them pressed together in this dance, the warmth of her breath faintly dusting against Cyv's skin, their eyes meeting, time and again.. The two close enough that, were they better acquainted.. or with more privacy, simply.. anything could happen.
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144"But in any case.. Do make sure you take some time to paint for you, too. I would at least be interested to hear how you found it, as an experience."
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146Cyvorrla was growing ever more aware of their close proximity to each other, feeling a pull towards this woman that only grew harder to seperate herself from the longer she lingered in her presence. If she had sought to keep herself free from distractions during her time here at Sivlerymoon, then asking this dance of the Drow had most assuredly been a mistake. But they were hand-in-hand and touching now and Cyv's lips parted as the scent of the other woman filled her lungs to the point of tingling. Something unspoken in the moment and left to be that way with the barrier of other's eyes and ears between them both. Yes, she was going to have to see Aylssaria again very soon.
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148The Drow's insistence of her patron's attempts at entertaining her drew forth a soft laugh, not an unkind one. The man had certainly given a few attempts at intruiging the sorceress' attention with gifts and dinners alone as well as a fair number of other things. Gifts that Cyv was more than gracious enough to receive or attend while doing her best not to let him think that their relationship was beyond anything but professional. "Aylssaria~!" the redhead exclaimed, giggling gently. "And what might the two of us do together that would invite discretion?" leaning into that all too obvious illicit intent, she shifted herself a bit, hand on the Drow's shoulderblade sweeping down to the small of her back to angle them close but yet not close enough that a certain stirring of her own would be noticed. Then the hand was back up to that shoulderblade and they were moving again, Cyv's green eyes glinting a bit more keenly.
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150"Of course, I've promised you not only more of my portfolio, but a new piece as well! One that is for myself and myself alone." she smiled secretively, thoughts of other things that she might like to paint rising to her mind. "Are you available for such? I expect I may be free within the next night or two."
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152Aylssaria continued to just grin and move, pressing to her, clasping her hand, fingers dancing on her shoulder as they moved together, as one. There was temptation to tease further, but she resisted. Internally of course, she acknowledged that there was surface attraction.. She wouldn't mind getting to enjoy elements of that, but realistically, had her doubts it could, or would, lead anywhere more serious.
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154Naturally, she wasn't bringing him up out of jealousy, more just poking fun and teasing about the topic more than anything else. She knew his type, too, he'd not be able to resist her and would feel their relationship allowed him.. advantages in courting her. Grinning wider at the exclamation, pleased to have gotten a rise out of the woman, then turned to a more mischievous curl of her lips at that question, her eyes lidding seductively, her tone lowering to a murmur, the Drow woman leaning in now, closing their distance and brushing her lips ever so softly against the woman's ear as she murmured, words for Cyvorrla's ears only, spoken with such.. invitation. "Mmm.. How about each other?"
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156Pulling back then, but grinning now. Oh.. restraint only went so far, she simply couldn't resist wanting to try and catch the woman off-guard with something.. Bold. Playful. -Inviting-. Where some might be coy, some might beat around the bush.. Aylssaria liked the idea of leaving Cyvorrla yearning for more. The look on her face? Oh but she was enjoying herself.
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158Then, responding easily, calmly, but still that twinkle in her eye.. "Naturally, and I would still be interested. As for my schedule, it is as I will it, so naturally, I will make time for you, Cyvorrla. Hm~.." A thoughtful noise, the woman considering for a few moments in silence as they continued to move, as if making plans, mental arrangements, coming up with ideas.. then smiling, turning her gaze back to meet Cyv's. "Meet me on the South side of the Moon bridge, two nights from now, at Sun down." She flashed a warm smile, and stepped back just slightly, breaking the body contact and closeness they shared, and bringing their dance to an end. She bowed her head for a moment, before speaking. "For now.. I believe I have stolen enough of your time and attention for myself for one night. One ought not be too greedy, after all." Her eyes glinting with mischief. Besides, she knew fine well Cyv's thoughts would be lingering on her, despite how others would seek her attention.. Aylssaria took a mischievous delight in that knowledge.
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160"Tonight was a pleasure. I look forward to our next rendevous, Lady Cyvorrla."
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162Cyvorrla 's head had tilted as the Drow leaned in close, lips curling upward and eyes growing intetful. She liked this already, Aylssaria pressing her body against hers and she had to resist the urge to let the hand on her shoulder stray down the rest of her to get an even more intimate feel. Blood kicking up hotter and more besides as soft lips allowed a sultry whisper into her ear. Cyv's lips fully grinning now; Aylssaria was a bold one indeed. Not the first time she had gotten such a blatant invitation whispered into her ear from a mortal but certainly the first that had sent such a thrill through the dragoness. Blood swelled things that were fortunately very securely tucked away to keep it from tenting and showing anything...untowards. Though hormones all the same had the redhead considering the resultant uproar worth having such a woman right here and right now.
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164She, of course, ignored their siren call. Their cries to give-in were short-sided and could only tarnish the foundation of something more that was being built here. Though it certainly did push the needle on when that moment came together to a point where they did not have the excuse of public decency to keep their hands off each other. A time like, two days from now.
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166Aylssaria got the look she wanted, Cyv's eyes sharp and calculating, like a predator's looking at prey that was just out of reach and full of an awakened hunger and desire. Anyone who saw Cyv's face in that moment would know that she yearned for something fey and pale-haired most intensely. No words needing to be spoken as Aylssaria brusquely let the moment fade away with continued conversation; planning their next meeting and the sorceress...
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168Nodded, needing no special effort to memorize the time or location of their next meeting; she was already fully engaged and ready to see this woman again event though they had not yet even seperated yet. Looking into those blue eyes and holding the Drow in her arms she was struck with a sudden desire to do...more. To make the parting sweeter with a signal of just how much she had appreciated the woman's company. But there was neither the chance nor the right time for such and as the Drow slipped out of her arms and bowed, Cyv returned it. Smiling warm, "Farewell Lady Aylssaria, I look forward to it as well."
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170Then the sorceress was caught up in the going-ons of the party once again. Onlookers and opportunists alike somehow sensing that the two women's parting was a finality and sought to fill up the space with their own. Cyv managed it all with aplomb, if a bit distracted, thoughts returning again and again to Aylssaria and the connection that she had felt secure itself in them both. Yes, she would for sure be seeing that woman again she thought with a pleased smile. Distractedly answering some question before snapping out of her reverie to once more focus on the tasks at hand.
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172The party ended and the Lord achieved his desires, if not perhaps his greatest one as a wine-laced breath whispered into Cyvorrla's ear was met with a kind, but firm hand nudging him away and leaving him to nurse his wounded pride. It was not his first attempt, and Cyv was sure it would not be his last either, he was just merely a hopeful that throwing this party for her would appeal to her ego enough that she would be far more lenient. And perhaps drunk.
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174The next two days passed in the same manner. Though the sorceress did her best to shut herself away, claiming inspiration from a muse, and was not wholly inaccurate in that claim either. The piece she worked on was small, personal-sized and no bigger a piece of canvas that what could fit within a journal or upon a bedside table. But she labored over it with care and fondness until the day of their next appointed meeting.
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176Again Cyv chose a dress, though this one was more practically suited for walking about. A deep crimson and yellow this time, with silvery threads and lines tracing along the hems to make her sparkle in the growing moonlight of Silverymoon. The sorceress choosing to make her way down to the bridge by foot, taking her time with naught but a small bag held in one hand.
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178Aylssaria said her piece, and gave her leave, taking one more look at the red haired woman she'd formed such an unexpected bond to.. And quite simply made her way aside, back into the crowd. Stepping amongst people, round a corner.. But if one were to look for her after that, she was simply gone. Almost mysteriously so, not taking the traditional exit out of the building, or indeed any visible exit. Though Cyv may easily be able to guess a certain amount of magic was involved..
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180She made her way home rather pleased with herself. Her objective was accomplished, things weren't as she'd feared, and she'd made a new.. interesting acquaintance. Someone she wanted to get to know more; someone she wouldn't mind having as more than just an acquaintance. For now though, she kept realistic about it. Lovely company, and perhaps more, but.. She had no expectation of it going anywhere, even despite the chemistry. It was simply how she was. With the next two days spent attending to her various tasks, seeing to other matters that required her attention.
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182She was patient as ever, when the arranged time arrived. There early, the Drow woman standing off to one side of the bridge, waiting calmly, posture as perfect as ever. Dressed in something rather different from last time, with attire that covered her to shelter her from the chill, a mixture of tall boots with leggings tucked in, a well made jerkin belted loosely around her waist. Furred padding reaching up around her shoulders, and ruffles at her sleeves, tucked into gloves of velvet. Predominantly in black colours with edge and trim in tones of blue, accenting nicely. Interestingly, her attire also bore threads of silver, laced in patterns like ivy tastefully at the edges of her outfit. At her waist, hanging to her side, was a beautifully crafted and rather unique looking blade, with almost an angular, winged crossguard. Definitely magical.
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184Lips creased into a pleased smile as she spotted Cyvorrla. Hard to miss, of course, and she waited patiently as the woman finished crossing the Moon Bridge before stepping closer. "Lady Cyvorrla, a pleasure to see you again. A beautiful dress, might I add, I'm quite partial to the silver threading. Shall we?" She gestured casually, directing them to begin calmly walking parallel to the river, affording them a splendid view of the other side.. Though Aylssaria was focused on another view entirely. "How are you enjoying Silverymoon thus far? I imagine the party left you plenty of.. Invitations to consider." Or to not consider, as the case may be, as she grinned. Because, naturally.. She was here, accepting Aylssaria's invitation.
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186Cyvorrla seemed unaware, or perhaps just unaffected by, the cold. Her dress looked more suited to midsummer than the chill of Silverymoon's current weather. Sorcery no doubt, or perhaps Cyv just liked the cold; either way she wore it without discomfort as she approached her awaiting companion. Green eyes favoring Aylssaria's change in wardrobe with a lingering look and a bright smile as she came within arms reach. "Lady Aylssaria, the pleasure is mine."
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188They turned in the same direction and began to walk together, the redhead quick to reach forward and slip her arm around the Drow's as they began conversation. A giggle slipped free, "It has proven an interesting town, my only regret so far is that I've not allowed myself the neccesary time needed to fully explore and appreciate it. Too much painting," she explained airily with a wave of her free hand.
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190"I must say you are stunning yourself, I very much like the tailoring of attire. I'm glad you like the threading, I had you in mind when I selected." bold to already be matching herself to the Drow's aesthetic, or perhaps simply the most sincerest form of flattery. Continuing on, "Several invitations from the night, and even before." a small, secretive smile. "There have only been very few I've entertained."
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192Foremost on her mind the one she currently was attending. Again she spared a glance over Aylssaria's rather dashing figure in the boots and ruffled sleeves.
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194Aylssaria inclined her head with a grin at the acknowledgement, then easily shifted to slip her arm around Cyvorrla's in return, soon walking arm in arm, their sides pressed easily together, their matching height making it much easier for the both of them, conveniently. Moving with ease, the natural grace of Aylssaria and their mutual comfort leaving no awkwardness or out of sync movement. "A welcoming, culturally diverse and magically experienced city.. I imagine it would bear some proper exploration. Not to mention what interest you might have in neighbouring regions, depending on what sort of views you favour.. or haven't experienced before." She gives an amused look, arching a brow. "Oh? Inspired, or a workaholic?" She teases.
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196"Why thank you. I designed it myself, I make sure to have attire that fits both me and my purpose perfectly. This affords me mobility as well as style~. Though that is certainly a curious admission.. Dressing to impress me, and doing so with accuracy? My, I have been in your thoughts haven't I?" Ever the flirty tease, it seemed, that playful grin dancing across her lips once more as she turned her gaze to meet Cyvorrla's, flirting with the confidence to meet her eye to eye even as she did so.
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198"Mm, I'm not surprised you've garnered some popularity and interest.." Then that grin, meeting that secretive smile, and adding, leaning into her a little more. "I can relate to that. I get offers, those who don't know better, those who want someone 'exotic'.. I usually have some sort of agenda, when I turn up, or make arrangements.. Not for this. This invitation is.. Pleasure, not business." More of a genuine smile, before continuing along, still walking a calm pace along the built up bank parallel to the river.
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200"So.. Tell me about yourself. Vague, perhaps, but I want to see what you say. What you consider most important, most relevant, what you think I want to hear.. as, that too, tells me about you, in its very technique." Another grin, flashed her way. She might not have an agenda, but she could still play games. Worth noting of course, a lace fabric choker around her neck, hanging from which was that familiar symbol she'd worn the other night. That same silver symbol, hanging from her neck.