Mira Rhelarwen (Jenara)- Private Thread

[Jenara]

Floating to her seat on the wave of congratulations Mira sits down and takes the drink with a huge smile.. Scanning the room she can't make out the faves, the crowd was a blur.

Bowing to the man she sips the drink loving the adulation, her mind wandering she tries to find her friends, where were they?

[TristenC]

Mira basks in the warm praise, enjoying the moment. Searching the room over the rim of her wine glass, she finds Yasir being led to one of the many side-rooms used for more intimate dining settings. His stunningly beautiful ebony haired companion grins wolfishly at him, eyeing his firm muscles and practically licking her lips. The others must be here as well... she thinks absently, perhaps likewise occupied...

A burst of laughter from those nearby snaps her attention back. her dashing young friend has spilled some of his wine and wipes his chin with the back of one hand, leaving a crimson smear that disturbingly resembles fresh blood. Taking a pure white kerchief from his pocket he wipes his mouth and lays the bloody looking thing on the counter. Pardon, my lady, he says with a broad smile that reveals red-stained teeth. I have a chamber in the back reserved to sample some wine, a truly rare vintage... would you do me the honor of joining me? He asks, watching her admiringly with that too-handsome face.

[Jenara]

"Me?" She asks through the haze, the wine must be getting to her she thinks as she Willingly takes his hand if offered.

Why was Yasir going with that woman? She couldnt deny she was pretty.. But...?

Her mind wandering she allows herself to be led, relishing the attention.

[TristenC]

He offers Mira his arm and leads her down one of the side passages. Clear colorless crystals decorate the walls sprinkled with rubies and sapphires here and there. He leads the bard through several small chambers, each with their own diners in various states of affectionate embrace. The natural caverns seem to have no rhyme or reason to their layout, and the redhead is quickly lost with regard to the entrance. A rich red glow comes from one final passage through which she is led.

Here an 8' wide oval shaped natural table-like mound of rock, which has been gradually worn flat on top, fills the center of the room. A massive chandelier-like stalactite of clear crystal hangs directly above, branching out and downward in short bunches of stones. While the crystals clinging to the walls hereabouts are predominantly clear, healthy clusters of rubies fill various nooks and corners everywhere. Behind each cluster is a candle of some kind, casting a ruddy glow over the whole affair. In the center of the table, stands two vase-like pitchers of crystal, one filled with water and another with deep red liquid, along with a pair of intricately worked goblets.

[Jenara]

Almost floating through the chambers Mira marvels at the beauty of the surroundings, trying to take in the detail but everything was a blur. Letting the dress float behind her she approaches the table.

"This is amazing, wonderful." She gasps unable to keep her distance she moves close to him. "I don't know your name?" She asks in a low voice, brushing her hand over the table. "Why... Why have you brought me here?" She asks leaning close giving him a view of her cleavage.

[TristenC]

S'il vous plaît, mon amour, appelez-moi Rinaud. he whispers quietly to her in Harmonian. Taking her gently by the waist, he lifts her effortlessly to a sit on the edge of the table. Leaning close to the Bard's neck, he inhales deeply as he whispers Je l'adore vos cheveux en rouge pulpeuse, ma petit pomme de terre... Kissing her neck tenderly, he pours two goblets of the red liquid and sliding them nearby before sweeping the pitchers to the edge of the table so there is a large open space in the center.


[OOC: Just assume she understands everything he is saying, you can use a translator if you like. It just felt more fitting for this type of scene to have him actually speak in French... for obvious reasons...]

[Jenara]

"Rinaud?" She asks in a soft whisper, leaning back on the table she lets her hair fall about her. "Vous aimez mes cheveux? On m'a dit qu'il est un de mes meilleurs atouts." She giggles loudly staring up at the cavern above her.

"Ceci est un très bel endroit. Avez-vous apporter toutes les filles ici-bas?" Laying back she opens her arms in invitation..

(Ooc: Must keep repeating this to myself. Must keep it PC. Must keep it PC.)

[TristenC]

[OOC: lol, the PC trying to keep things PC eh... don't worry, we won't burn the kiddies eyes...]

His powerful arms caress her hip and outer thigh as he stands flush with the table's edge, leaning over her. Kissing her throat and shoulders, he works his way gradually downward. Inhaling the scent of her deeply with each brush of his lips, adrenaline and anticipation building in her blood. Slowly her eyes flutter closed as the attentions fill her senses. His hair tickles her and she giggles, her thoughts fuzzed by the heady wine. She runs her hands over his muscular furred arms... Ma petite pomme, vous goût assez bon à manger, he practically growls with passion. Her eyelids, heavy with wine and pleasure, flutter open as he lifts his head...

[Jenara]

(I meant PG! Lol)

Mira closes her eyes letting the sensations wash over her body... She hadn't felt this great in a long time. Sliding her hands over his furry body just as her eyes snap open... "Whhhhaaattttt!" She couldn't help it, the scream slips from her mouth as her body this tenses with fear.

"Nooooo." She screams her groggy eyes bringing the room into focus, where had everyone gone..? Where was the club.. The wolf? A dream, was all that a dream? It was so vivid.. Blushing deeply she could feel how real it was.

"Where.. What?" Her voice breaks as she forces her body to sit up.

[TristenC]

Struggling to sit upright, Mira's head reels from the dream-turned-nightmare to find herself alone in her room at the wayfarer's rest. The vividness of it all left her somewhat stunned, as did her sudden wakefulness...

[Ooc: downgraded to moderate intoxication, so you might want to hold off on trying to copy that spell. she's been out for about an hour. If you're heading downstairs to the common room you can post in the game thread.]

[Jenara]

Nursing her temples Mira closes her eyes once more, the nightmare still firmly lodged in her mind. Wolves.. Always wolves.

She sits up in the bed ignoring the state of her only dress her eyes falling on Yasirs flask, alcohol was evil, she was never drinking again. Especially if it gave her dreams like that, it had to be her mind reacting to the talk on wolves, all the research.

The others had most likely left, and she was in no fit state to talk to anyone.. Sitting up with some effort she makes herself presentable.

(She's staying in her room till someone gets her,or she's sober enough to copy the spell)

[TristenC]

[Ooc: she can try now if she wants. Since she has an exact copy we'll use half the %spell failure penalty from intoxication. Right now she is at moderate intox, which has 50% failure, so she would have a 25% chance of copying it incorrectly... and wouldn't know if it worked until she tried to cast it. It'll be about 2-3 more hours until she is downgraded to slight intox, which would put her chance of failure at 12%. Sleeping cuts recovery time in half.]

[Jenara]

(OCC: So if she slept for 2-3hrs she'd be fine?)

[TristenC]

3-4, but yeah. It's about 4 hrs/category, but she has about 3 hrs left in moderate

[Jenara]

Mira hesitates, she should go back to sleep.. Drink and magic didnt mix and now she was paying the price.

But if she went back to sleep would the dreams come back? The dream... It seemed so real a few moments ago, but it was becoming blurry now. Still she remembered the wolf towering over her, bringing feelings she hadn't felt in a while.. Then there was the fear., she'd lived with fear for so long, but this sort of fear might actually get her killed.

Elsa, the Cleric had helped her, hadn't she? There was a brief memory of Elsa aiding her to get in bed. She needed help, would she watch over her? Hadn't she offered already?

Rising from the bed she spashes some water on her face and exits the room, locking it behind her, would Elsa be there? She ponders walking carefully to the common room.