Post Masquerade

Two sprawls at Aara's feet, idly sharpening one of her daggers. "So...who was that woman?" he asks in Arabyan.

"No one you need concern yourself with," she tells him in the common tongue. She chews her knuckle, copying down notes from the book on reading druhirr. "This is so complicated," she mutters.

"And yet you have an expert right there," he says, nodding towards Goddard. "Why don't you ask him to help? Why are you keeping this from him? Surely he wouldn't want to miss out on an incredibly beautiful dark elf around."

"Because I haven't decided what to tell him, exactly."

"Four, that sounds like you plan on keeping things from him. If it's serious, shouldn't he know?"

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Two narrows his eyes at them. "That was cruel of you. She has done nothing but been kind to you. To try and help you. She gave you armor, wine, her trust. Everything she could give you. It was her who arranged the wine in your room when we got back to the palace, not Rayya."

-

Aaron manages to keep his face composed. "I see."

"In my life, I have been a thief, a bodyguard, an executioner, a murderer, and an assassin. I have killed for love, fame, and money. Among other reasons. Did your fortune teller tell you that?"

He shakes his head. "Not even close. But...why are you telling me this?"

"You think you want me to be your lover. You need to know."

"Um...anything else, I guess?"

She nods. "I killed five asur and ate their hearts."

"It can. But it can also make you do things you didn't think you would or could. Because you're thinking of that other person and how what you do affects them."

-

"I've learned Two is jealous of my accomplishments, he has a new tooth I must have, you have a strange definition of protective, you think I'm the better man and love me, you could never not kiss me, you climb well, you don't mind doing things in public, you want me to drag you into a closet...and..." he sighs dramatically. "Gath doesn't like me..."

-

Goddard buries his face in her hair and neck and she giggles. Gath ignores them until she lets out a yelp. 

"I don't know what sort of stuff you're into, but you can't bite me! Not that hard anyway! Am I bleeding?!"

Gath stands and hurriedly drags Goddard to his feet. "Looks like it's time for us to go my lord." 

"I'm not done...I have...so much time..." 

"Of course you do, let's go."