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<blockquote data-quote="Metea" data-source="post: 7431464" data-attributes="member: 6939041"><p><strong>Metea & Otiroth: Afterparty</strong></p><p></p><p>It was strange, being back in the city. Metea watched the streets below. Lit only by moonlight and the flickering lights of businesses that had not yet put out their road sconces, the cobbled streets of Kalair's merchant district were quiet and serene. A few people wandered here or there, but it was too early for anyone to be especially drunk. Not in this part of town.</p><p></p><p>The tiefling ran the pads of her fingers over the amulet around her neck. Beautiful. The darkness did not much matter. And was that music she heard, gently drifting down the street from the door of some nearby club, just out of view?</p><p></p><p>She certainly heard something. Footsteps. Metea's tail began swishing just slightly, and she'd turn towards the door as it opened.</p><p></p><p>Otiroth came in, carrying a small pack. He looked troubled, but that look faded and a smile returned as he set down his pack by the door and headed in to join Metea at the window. It was, after all, his loft, overlooking the streets, connected to his master's shop by a collapsing ladder. "Everything is prepared," he said, wrapping his arms around Metea from behind. He'd rest his chin on the top of her head- carefully. He was watching those horns!</p><p></p><p>Metea held onto his wrist, but other than a few swats at his legs with her tail, she didn't immediately respond.</p><p></p><p>Upon returning to the city, they'd been busy. Preparing. Metea had called in an old favor with a leather worker- he'd have some basic armor for her ready in the morning, before they left. She could perfect it on the road.</p><p></p><p>She had not had many people to say farewell to. Her patron, she did not bother to visit in her tomb. She knew. And Carthum and Otiroth- they were coming with her.</p><p></p><p>Otiroth had been away for much longer. More to do. More to arrange. Metea did not know what he had told his master, but certainly he could not have told him... everything.</p><p></p><p>There was so much to be told, and if they disappeared into the Sands, no one would ever know.</p><p></p><p>"I brought us dinner," Otiroth said finally.</p><p></p><p>If that was a cue to release him, Metea didn't seem to notice it. He didn't let go, either, so it was all even, in the end. "Cheese, some bread, some Surilie wine... well... the wine is only going to be Surilie wine for about an hour," the sorcerer went on, after silence had become nearly uncomfortable. </p><p></p><p>He'd put together a decent meal, for them, the sort that wasn't always easy to get on the road. His pack was no doubt full of spices of all sorts. </p><p></p><p>Metea turned around in his grasp. Popped a little kiss on his lips. Then a longer one, because... why not? They were on the precipice of either glory or failure. There could be no half-ways, not for this.</p><p></p><p>She smiled up at him. Remembered the thrill of his flames, and the terror of his injury. </p><p></p><p>No going back. This was how it was meant to be. Demon and dragon- to either save the world, or end it.</p><p></p><p>"It sounds amazing," Metea whispered. "Let's get started."</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Metea, post: 7431464, member: 6939041"] [b]Metea & Otiroth: Afterparty[/b] It was strange, being back in the city. Metea watched the streets below. Lit only by moonlight and the flickering lights of businesses that had not yet put out their road sconces, the cobbled streets of Kalair's merchant district were quiet and serene. A few people wandered here or there, but it was too early for anyone to be especially drunk. Not in this part of town. The tiefling ran the pads of her fingers over the amulet around her neck. Beautiful. The darkness did not much matter. And was that music she heard, gently drifting down the street from the door of some nearby club, just out of view? She certainly heard something. Footsteps. Metea's tail began swishing just slightly, and she'd turn towards the door as it opened. Otiroth came in, carrying a small pack. He looked troubled, but that look faded and a smile returned as he set down his pack by the door and headed in to join Metea at the window. It was, after all, his loft, overlooking the streets, connected to his master's shop by a collapsing ladder. "Everything is prepared," he said, wrapping his arms around Metea from behind. He'd rest his chin on the top of her head- carefully. He was watching those horns! Metea held onto his wrist, but other than a few swats at his legs with her tail, she didn't immediately respond. Upon returning to the city, they'd been busy. Preparing. Metea had called in an old favor with a leather worker- he'd have some basic armor for her ready in the morning, before they left. She could perfect it on the road. She had not had many people to say farewell to. Her patron, she did not bother to visit in her tomb. She knew. And Carthum and Otiroth- they were coming with her. Otiroth had been away for much longer. More to do. More to arrange. Metea did not know what he had told his master, but certainly he could not have told him... everything. There was so much to be told, and if they disappeared into the Sands, no one would ever know. "I brought us dinner," Otiroth said finally. If that was a cue to release him, Metea didn't seem to notice it. He didn't let go, either, so it was all even, in the end. "Cheese, some bread, some Surilie wine... well... the wine is only going to be Surilie wine for about an hour," the sorcerer went on, after silence had become nearly uncomfortable. He'd put together a decent meal, for them, the sort that wasn't always easy to get on the road. His pack was no doubt full of spices of all sorts. Metea turned around in his grasp. Popped a little kiss on his lips. Then a longer one, because... why not? They were on the precipice of either glory or failure. There could be no half-ways, not for this. She smiled up at him. Remembered the thrill of his flames, and the terror of his injury. No going back. This was how it was meant to be. Demon and dragon- to either save the world, or end it. "It sounds amazing," Metea whispered. "Let's get started." [/QUOTE]
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