[sylvanSpider]

Arabella kicked her feet over the rock she was sitting on, her mind reeling with the possibilities of all that she did not know. There were branches of magic that she dreamed of knowing, but her membership to the Daughters of Ash forbid it. She was to learn destruction magic, and the element chosen was to be fire. The moment she had freed herself from the Daughters, she began to expand on her already vast knowledge of magic. Training in weapons use was generally allowed, but frowned upon ( “If you are proficient with fire, you will need nothing else”). She was free, and now she had someone offering to train her in dark magics. “Some things, maybe,” Arabella answered after a moment, “But if I can help it, I want to expand my knowledge as far as I can.” She watched Wisp struggle with her makeup, and not being on to wear any, couldn't offer any consolation. “Compliment taken, thank you. So, would you be willing to take me under your wing? I am more than willing to humble myself as a student.”

The halfling followed the dark mage's gaze to the barbarian and swallowed, “I...I noticed her kindness. Her aloof but alluring way of speaking, how she has nothing to hide--” She stopped what she was saying to listen to Wisp, her cheeks coloring. “You...you really think so?” She had to admit, she couldn't really imagine their white mage hooking up with Waltz, but then, he didn't seem to deny it. “Speaking of her rather forward sentiments, I never pegged Waltz and Percival to...well, you know.”

Percival got to his feet, rolling his eyes, “Okay, okay, so I'm not the best with larger women, but hey, try everything once, right? Waltz looks lovely enough, but I underestimated her apparently. Shoulda stuck to vodka, then I would have at least had the wherewithal to not. But noooo,” Percy said, his voice getting higher to mimic...whoever it was he was talking about, “Vodka's too hard, you're drunk enough Percival, maybe you should switch to mead.” His voice went back to its normal timber, “Well look at what mead got me. It got me the nickname Hobbly Percy, and I don't even like being called Percy!”He groaned and gestured to the path, “And all of this talk made us miss the take-off! The young Daughter is already long gone.”