After a refreshing nap, Snowcora awoke to find that someone had cleaned her cloak and delivered it to Gusty's room. The Jupani Air Mage was still sleeping - and snoring, but there was a note with the cloak saying that the Dragon Suite was still available to her, and that a bath had been prepared should she want it.

Snowcora grabs the cloak and makes her way towards the bathroom. "Ugh, I need a bath. Why do I do this? Why do I always give into base urges?" she has to wonder to herself as she tries to tiptoe quietly.

Dragon Suite
Geometric patterns of red and gold spell out the walls and recesses of a tall chamber that is bathed in sunlight focused through a lens in the ceiling, constructed such that so long as the sun remains over the mountains of Babel, light comes down directly from above, and when that is gone, bronze braziers sculpted to look as if held aloft by flights of tiny dragons hang from long chains from the four corners of the ceiling. Polygrams and circles are described in ornate mosaics in the tiled floor, radiating outward from a raised dais in the center of the chamber. The floor changes levels at several points, with many rises and recesses, and there are many nooks and recesses in the walls, and many perches that fliers could exploit. A pair of double doors of stained thistlebark are guarded by twisting bronze serpents represented in relief on their surfaces.

A circular section at the center of the floor has been removed, revealing a large sunken bath. Steam rises from the water - which is full of flower petals to add fragrance - and the temperature is likely maintained by some magical enchantment. There's also a tea service set alongside a rack of towels and a selection of bath oils.

There isn't anyone else waiting for her in the suite.. meaning no massage at the moment.

"Fancy, and expensive. No wonder all mages over-charge; it is so they can live in the lap of luxury," Snowcora mutters as she sheads her ccloak. One toe is dipped in, and satisfied it isn't so hot as to be capable of cooking her, she enters the bath one slow step at a time. When she can sit down, she does so and lets out a long, relaxing sigh as she sinks up to her neck in the water. "But ... right now I'm glad for their decadence," she admits.

After a few minutes of relaxation, a knock comes at the door. "Shrine Maiden?" Cyprian calls through the polished wood.

"Yes, oh tall dark, and spooky?" Snowcora calls back. She knows full-well she can use the same description for her original form.

"Is there anything you need?" the Eeee inquires. "I have the results of the ritual as well, whenever you are ready to hear them."

Snowcora looks the Eeee from head to tow and just grins. She keeps that grin for a bit; until it seems like it might be baking him a little nervous, only then does she say, "Nothing in particular, unless you wish to join me. As for the results, you can tell me those whenever it is convenient for you."

"Well.. perhaps you'd like some tea then?" Cyprian asks, heading for the tea service. He sets down a quartz crystal that is glowing greenish-purple at the edge of the pool. "How do you take it?" he asks.

"Hot and smooth, just like, well," Snowcora remarks, amused with her efforts to at least fluster the man. "And how are you doing?" she inquires.

As he fixes the tea, Cyrpian seems to suddenly become a bit more animated than usual. "Wonderful!" he says. "The information we collected will make the madness-shield much better, and with the sample of the monster-lure to work with, we can probably come up with some magical booby traps to take advantage of it!" He sits down cross-legged at the edge of the bath and holds out a cup to Snowcora. "All thanks to you! I'm very grateful."

Snowcora tapes the offered cup. She sniffs its contents soon thereafter, then takes a sip. "Well, I suppose I cannot use it anymore to torment you, then," she laments. "You have a way to counter it now."

"Well, only for the monster-lure," Cyprian admits, picking up the bruise-colored crystal. "No reason to over-complicate things by shielding against the lust and other auras. So if you want me to bite you again you'll just have to ask nicely." He really does seem a bit giddy.

Snowcora chuckles slightly at that, then takes another sip. "I have to say, that crystal doesn't look terribly healthy," she admits. "Sort of like myself I suppose."

"You look fine," Cyprian says, then asks, "Are you fine? There.. uh.. wasn't a problem with Gusty was there?"

"I am a tattooed mess," Snowcora points out, "Hardly fine. Exotic, yes. Fine ... not so much. As for Gusty? He was fine; Overly excitable sure, but fine."

"And you are not upset about how things.. turned out?" Cyprian asks carefully. "We didn't know that producing the lures would affect you as well. We definitely intend to find a way of using it without needing a living person. That might be fine for going around in an armed and shielded group to try and find monsters hidden within the city.. but it isn't practical on a battlefield."

"And your tattoos are very artistic," the Mage adds. "One could lose themselves trying to see all of the.. ah.. detail.."

"Of course it affects me; it requires my emotions to create it after all," Snowcora points out and waves her cup around for emphasis. The other comment makes her smirk and she adds, "And all the jewelry adornment too? I have to note that it all hurt having done. Granted, one starts to enjoy the pain after a bit, but..."

"It's hard to notice unless you're really looking, except for the nose ring," Cyprian admits. "I assumed it was all part of the Shrine Maiden.. requirement?"

Snowcora laughs. "Well, no, those were more for fun than anything else," she admits. "They're nice reminders; little weights and pressures."

"Reminders of what?" Cyprian asks, sipping his tea. "Or should I ask? I don't mean to pry. Nobody knows your origins is all."

"Of that I really like carnal pleasures," Snowcora admits, possibly feeling embarrassed about it. "I have probably slept with every known species."

Now it's Cyprian's turn to blush a bit in the ears. "I suppose that makes you.. universally attractive?" he suggests.

"Well, exotic," Snowcora suggests. "I doubt I am attractive so much as interesting."

"Perhaps it's more what you represent," Cyprian says, and waves a hand at the woman. "The Kindly Ones.. in a friendly, approachable form. And more importantly, one that isn't their puppet. You seem to act on their behalf.. but you decide how and when to act, don't you?"

"I do what I wish, when I wish, true," Snowcora confirms. She gestures to the crystal, adding, "Now, tell me about your results? Or has what you have told me so far basically it?"

Cyprian picks up the crystal, and says, "We.. I.. originally thought the miracles were based on Spirit Magic.. but it does appear now to be within the realm of Mind. They're a bit like.. music. Magical Mind Music. That would make you a Muse, wouldn't it?"

"How amusing," Snowcora remarks a bit deadpan. "How are they mind-based? I am just convincing people of things?"

"No, you are.. resonating," Cyprian tries to explain. "You are familiar with echo-location, which Eeee use? It is a bit like that. You create the mental note inside of you, and that gets broadcast into the.. uh.. mindscape.. around you. When it finds the right.. string.. in someone's mind, it causes it to resonate. I can attest that it is unconscious. And I use the term 'string' as in a musical instrument.. but also like a puppet."

Snowcora ahhhhs. "Yes, I am well aware of how echo-location works. I suppose that would sort of make sense, and explain why it affects me as much as it does the targets. Or sometimes even moreso," she admits. "Of course it also helps with the other person or persons are already slightly vibrating already. Isn't what so Mister Bitey?"

"Well.. uh.." Cyprian says, looking a bit uncomfortable. "It didn't help that you were naked," he admits.

The Eeee seems to freeze, then asks, "Because you want me to, or because you like to make me uncomfortable?"

"Well, I like to know if I'm being toyed with," the bat admits. "I'm not sure exactly how the Kindly Ones feel about me, after all."

"They have nothing to do with my suggestions," Snowcora points out. "And yes, I do have fun teasing you, but I also intend you no harm."

"In that case.." Cyprian says quietly, and disrobes.. to his shorts. If not for his partial Sylvanian heritage, he'd probably be scrawny. He eases into the opposite end of the tub. "I wish I had one of these," he notes as he sinks down.

"You do," Snowcora points out as she siddles over to the Eeee and presses up against him. "Guild hall, you have access, and you don't have to clean it," she points out.

"And is there anything more you wish to tell me about the experiment?" she adds.

"Uhh..." the Mage says, clearly flustered at the contact. "We captured the lust and the.. blood-lust.. as well," he says. "The plan is to use them for cross-reference. They're a bit too dangerous to try and reproduce, obviously.."

Snowcora lifts, swings herself around, and straddles the Eeee's lap, facing him. "You're telling me no one is going to try and replicate those? Really? Somehow I bet someone does," she remarks.

"That.. that would be considered sorcery.." Cyprian mumbles, and then tilts his head forward to nuzzle at Snowcora's chest. "Can't mess with people's heads like that..."

"Especially not for fun," Cyprian mutters, nosing over to a breast now. "Imagine making someone fall into lust.. or flushing out vampires to make them look like monsters.." He finds a nipple, and stops talking so he can lick with that long tongue.

Snowcora arches slightly. "Careful, or you're going to have to nurse on that," she warns. "And here I thought you wouldn't cave to my teasing."

"This is a bit more than teasing," Cyprian points out.. and gives the nipple a light bite before moving on to the next. Yes, there's a need to be milked building up.. and the Eeee seems to be intent on doing just that: building up the need.

Snowcora twitches and squirms a bit. "Oh? What is it then? More experimenting to see how I react?" she has to inquire as she struggles to sit still and behave herself. "Gah, Inala, why di dyou have to give me this blessing?" she thinks.

"I can tease too," Cyprian claims, and reaches up to knead Snowcora's breasts while licking and nibbling on them.

Snowcora goes hmph. "I could make you do more than tease, you know," she points out, "But I won't." She's really trying to not get too aroused; she's trying to behave, really.

"Oh? What more would you want me to do?" Cyprian asks. She can certainly feel that he's aroused from sitting in his lap. The shorts can't do much to hide that. "I do owe you for your cooperation and all.."

"I don't want you to do anything you will later feel guilty about," Snowcora points out. "I tease, yes, but I have no desire to actually harm someone. And you do not owe me anything, I helped because I should."

Cyprian hasn't let up on his massaging and nibbling though, but does pause to ask, "Do you want to make love to me?"

"I am not sure I should," Snowcora admits honestly. "For both your reputation, and your respect. I do not wish to damage either. As much as I tease, I do not wish to cause actual damage."

"Damage.." Cyprian says, and stops, just resting his head against Snowcora's breasts. "I'm probably not very good anyway. My reputation is.. stoic. It can be exhausting. This is the closest I've come to losing control of that. Even when I bit you.. I wasn't entirely out of control."

"Bah. Good or bad is completely subjective," Snowcora notes. "I said I do not wish to cause you any harm or damage. I easily could, but that is not my want or goal. I do not wish you to feel obligated or forced in any way. If you still wish to after all that, well..." She smirks slightly, "My legs are straddling yours. It would be rather easy for you do what you want."

"To take on the one who funnels the power of the Kindly Ones.." Cyprian notes. Then he picks up Snowcora and stands, letting the water drip off of her. It's a sudden chill!

"Babel is a cold place," Cyprian says, and carries her over to one of the sleeping nooks. He lays her down on the cushions.. then bobs his head down between her legs and gives her Inala's Kiss.. with that really long tongue.

And Snowcora makes all sorts of surprised sounds! She did not expect that at all. She knows what it is like doing that, but not having it done ... and wow, does she now see why people like it so! For one used to teasing people so much, right now it is her feeling rather shy and embarrassed as she arches her back.

Cyprian takes his time - either to make sure Snowcora is good and ready, to work up his own courage. He's clearly not that experienced, but does learn quickly from the feedback he gets. Of course, he may end up sending the woman over the peak with this alone.

Once Snowcora gets ofer the shock of it all, she does help guide him, to even making him stop if it gets a bit too close to finishing things a bit early. It isn't like the lust-fest with the Jupani at all; it is more like she's teaching him a little, and trying to make it not too shameful that he's giving in to such urges. Hopefully all the rings aren't too weird for him too.

There are a few little mishaps were fangs catch on rings, but they never result in too much tucking. Eventually though, Cyprian has to pull back or risk serious tongue strain. He drops his shorts then and approaches uncertainly. "Do I guide it or do you?" he asks, a bit shyly.

Snowcora's answer to that is to tug him down and then straddle him in one fluid and smooth motion. "There is your answer," she tells him as the human starts rocking. Like before, she still cannot believe she is doing this. Is she incapable of saying no? Even the doe basically pleaded with Gorphat to let her do things after Gorphat had effectively turned her into a rutting animal. Still, in spite of all those thoughts, she's now leading and trying to make sure the Eeee is enjoying himself.

"Oooh.." Cyprian says, surprised and a bit cross-eyed. For a moment he isn't sure what to do, but eventually wraps his arms around Snowcora and eventually pulls himself up more to nuzzle and kiss her breasts and shoulders.. with a few playful bites thrown in.

And Snowcora shifts and positions his head so he can bite her. Perhaps if he does that he'll feel less odd about everything. It might make her feel less odd about it too.

And so bite he does, which also gets his hips pumping upwards so Snowcora isn't doing all of the work.

And that causes Snowcora to gasp out, then sigh. From there her movement is slow and steady as he feeds and she rides. It is much less frenetic, and actually quite enjoyable, almost normal in comparison to her ususal adventures. "Why did I allow myself to become this?" she wonders.

With Snowcora no long really leading, Cyprian pulls her down and mounts her from on top to finish off. After he shudders to conclusion, he licks away the last bits of blood and then nurses, dealing with that last bit of tension.

And Snowcora relines, breathing softly, eyes drooped closed. She has to admit, that felt nice and she feels all warm inside too! That's often the best part, really, the ... glow afterward. Still, she does feel guilty about it and what she does ... but it just feels so good. How could anyone resist?

Cyprian isn't complaining, as he moves from breast to breast, massaging them to help.

Snowcora just strokes the back of the Eeee's neck, her eyes closed as she lays there half asleep, enjoying the gentle and relaxing sensations. "Okay, so this part is always nice," she thinks to herself. "It feels both odd yet very nice."

The Mind Mage pulls back a bit, then scoops Snowcora into his arms again and carries her back to the still-warm bath. "Sorry about interrupting your bath," he notes.

"Bah, this was much nicer than the bath," Snowcora claims as she buries her face into the side of his neck.

Holding her in place, Cyprian eases into the water. "Are you going to bite me?" he asks.

"I am not really one either," Cyprian notes. "Humans can bite. Just not break the skin, I suppose.."

Snowcora demonstrates the ineffectiveness of biting, then just settles into the warm water. "Is there anything more you need of me here, os shall I finish bathing and leave the Guild Hall before any further questions are raised?"

"Is there anything you can think of that we should try?" Cyprian asks, using some of the bath oil to massage Snowcora's shoulders.

"Have you actually tried putting blood in that jar and seeing if it somehow ... changed?" Snowcora inquires as one of her eyes opens. "Or more scarily, drunk the blood?"

"We haven't," Cyprian admits. "Mage Rostre thinks there must be a ritual of some sort involved to activate it - but she isn't certain if it is sorcerous or not. The jar predates our current methods."

"We didn't really think of just putting blood into it and seeing what happened though," he notes.

"Well, want to try and see what happens?" Snowcora suggests. "That would be a passive experiment. Orm would you prefer someone like the Barsunala present for that?"

"I doubt any associates of Sunala would approve," Cyprian notes. "Any ideas on what type of blood to try?"

"Well, probably Eeee blood," Snowcora suggests, "Since that is probably what it was designed for,"

"Given the size of the jar.. it would have to be mixed," Cyprian claims. "No one person could donate enough.. not an Eeee, anyway. Although we could certainly try with a smaller amount. We don't know that the amount matters."

"Well, smaller amount is probably safer," Snowcora points out. "We don't need it to do whatever full effect thing it does, after all. Just hints on what it could do."

"We'll need to wait until Mage Rostre is awake - she keeps odd hours," Cyprian notes. "Would you mind staying here until then? I'm sure we can find ways to.. ah.. pass the time?" he asks, sounding a bit hopeful.

Snowcora laughs. "Well, I suppose I could stay a bit longer," she concedes. "I have other mages to corrupt, after all," she adds and winks.

"Ah.. so I've still got an excuse to keep you here in this suite and make love to you a few more times?" the Mage asks, just to be certain.

"To tie me up, or you up, mood depending," Snowcora says as if it were perfectly normal.

"Are there any other supplies we'll need?" the Mage asks next, a bit of a Babelite grin on his face now.

"Oh, well, that will depend on how adventurous you get I suppose," Snowcora says and taps his nose. "You don't want to break by going to fast, after all."

"I'll go get the ropes then," Cyprian says, and licks Nicora's finger before climbing out of the tub and toweling off.

What Snowcora doesn't mention is she plans to use the ropes first ... then torment the Eeee until he comes close to passing out! Or the very leastm return the kissing favor in her own special way. Of course the entire time she'll feel dirty about what she's doing, but it will do nothing to stop her from doing it. She simply cannot resist the urges anymore.

"Fear iSs likely crucial," Mage Rostre hisses. The Naga isn't all that big.. not even as big as Sephia.. but being all black with black eyes and a very dark blue tongue adds an ominous air to the woman that makes her seem bigger. She holds the odd urn with it's slash-like 'drinking groove' in her hands, and keeps slowly turning it.

And of course Snowcora is finding the Naga attractive. But then she is a bit distrubed when it comes down to it. "Fear is crutial for which part, though? Drinking from it? Filling it? Making a fresh cocktail?" the human inquires from where she lounges, naked.

"The blood donor," Rostre explains. The door cracks open just enough to allow Fricka the Spirit Acolyte inside, lugging a heavy doctor's bag. "I have.. the.. oof.. bag you wanted, Mage Rostre," the girl gasps out as she sets it down.

"Very good," the Naga says, and opens the back. She reaches in a pulls an ominous looking glass and chitin syringe, complete with a plunger and a large, nasty-looking chitin needle.

"The mood of the donor is important to the spirit-nature of the blood," Cyprian fills in. "Since this jar was likely filled by unwilling, restrained sacrifices, it may depend on that fear."

"That doesn't answer why it helps whatever the jar does, only that it does," Snowcora points out. "But I shall not argue the point."

"Terrified," the girl replies, to which the Naga seems to grin. "Excellent.. come here, Fricka," she beckons to the girl.

Snowcora arches her brow and rubs her bare skin lightly. "Poor bat," she thinks.

The acolyte whines and squirms convincingly while the Naga draws some of her blood with the syringe.. barely an ounce though. "That sShould do," Rostre says, and squirts the blood out into the jar.

Snowcora sits up, curious. "That poor Eeee would not like being around vampires," she thinks. When the blood goes into the jar, she leans forward.

Nothing seems to happen. Rostre swirls the blood around, and eventually holds the jar sideways over a bowl, with the odd grooves facing down, so that the blood pools above them in the jar.

"Well, so far, nothing. It doesn't even look appealing to drink," Snowcora comments.

"AssSpiration pump," the Naga requests, holding out her free hand. Fricka snaps out of her own funk to rummage through the bag and pulls out a clear, rubbery looking bladder with a sort of cup at one end. It might be meant to fit over a muzzle. She gives it to the Naga, who squeezes it nearly flat before putting the cup end firmly against the grooves and releasing the bladder. As it resumes its shape, it provides suction apparently. "I imagine the blood iSss meant to be sSucked through by a cult member," Rostre notes. "We are not going to try that."

"Why not? It could be an adventure," Snowcora points out. "It cannot be dangerous at this point, surely.

"If it iSss swallowed by sSomeone, we cannot sStudy it," Rostre points out. She keeps squeezing and releasing the aspirator, until Snowcora feels.. something happening. Fricka must feel it too, because she looks ill.

Snowcora leans in more and even extends her hand towards to to try and feel it better. "Okay, so something is happening," she comments grimly.

Finally, a single dark drop of something drips from the grooves into the pump. Rostre stops then, and looks inside the jar. "The blood isSs gone," she reports, and Fricka falls to her knees. So the Naga hands the aspirator to Snowcora and checks on Fricka.

Snowcora turns the aspirator over and over in her hands, brow furrowed. Her attention is focused on it as she tries to feel out what she can from it in terms of aura and sensation. She hopes Fricka is unharmed, too. She wishes no harm to anyone here.

The human's right hand.. throbs. At least, there's the memory of it throbbing. Of reaching into the miasmic goo of the undead Shadow of Amena to recover Muriavan's crystal heart. The goo that caused the hand and forearm to whither and start growing a black heart inside. The little spot of liquid isn't stable though. It acts as if it were in a hot pan, skittering and boiling and beginning to evaporate without a host to stabilize it.

Snowcora's eyes narrow. "It creates black hearts," she says; the kind that takes over and corrupts flesh. "I know this sensation well; it is one the Barsunala once showed me from his experiences in fighting it," she tells those gathered. "It will not last long, not without something to infect." And now she has the urge to touch it to see what happens.

It may not be possible, since it's already boiled almost completely away. Dr. Twig had said the flesh of the arm wasn't undead or traditionally alive, but something in between. Perhaps necroplasm is the same thing - neither alive nor dead. Except that it reacts like something from the Mists - unable to exist for long in normal reality without a host.

Snowcora lets it fade away without touching it. "Is the Acolyte okay?" she asks as she looks up. "That device is ... it should never be used again. But ... I cannot say destroyed as it could possibly be researched for a cure to what it causes."

Rostre lays Fricka on her back, where the girl seems to have less difficulty. "DisSturbing," the Spirit Mage notes. "It sSeems the converSsion process can usSe the blood to draw on the donor's Spirit.. draining it. It muSst require it to fuel the converSion."

"A pointless device. Sacrifice one to zombify another? It effectively just kills two people," Snowcora says with a frown. "That is enough experimenting. Please make sure the acolyte is unharmed?"

"Sshe will recover," Rostre says, then looks disappointed that the sample had evaporated. "Zombification applieSs more to the dead than to the living. I do not know what thiSs would do to sSomeone who drank it. It holds consSiderable energy.. too much, perhapSs, to remain sStable."

"Ask the Barsunala sometime. He has seen similar effects firsthand," Snowcora notes.

"The jar iSs usSeleSssss to usss," the Naga claims. "ASs you pointed out.. the cost iS not worth any benefit. I adviSse that it be desStroyed."

"I can return it to the Barsunala for him to destroy as he sees fit," Snowcora offers.

Rostre looks at the artifact for a bit longer. "Hmmm, yess," she says. "I do not think the proceSs can be reversSed.. sucking necroplaSm into the jar through the grooves and returning it back to blood."

"Do you want to experiment and try that sometime?" Snowcora asks as her head tilts.

"That would require a.. zombie.. infusSed with the sStuff," Rostre notes. "However.. the principle may work on a carnoran fueled sSpirit.."

Snowcora rolls her shoulders in a shrug and says, "Well, what do you want from me? I can return the jar, or leave it, or ask others to come. I don't think there is anything else I can do."

"Leave the jar," Rostre says. "I will tesSt the theory. It will take a few dayS to prepare my own blood, sSince I must conjure my spirit to teSt with."

Snowcora nods. "Well, if you wish for external help ... as I have noted I do know the Barsunala and can request he appear here," she notes.

"Hmm, I would love to examine him," Rostre notes. Her inflection is a bit flat, so it's hard to tell just what she might mean by 'examine'.

"Can you promise safe passage? He has had bad experiences with the Mages Guild in the past," Snowcora notes.

"As Ssafe as any pasSage in Babel," Rostre notes, packing her bag and checking on Fricka again, who seems to be recovering more. "I have heard taleSs. He useSs Shadow Magic.. which iSs not used by the YodhSsunala. Sso.. is it Shadow Magic, or Spirit Magic? I Ssuspect the Yodhbarada to use Shadow, if any of the Yodh would."

"I believe it is a mix of both," Snowcora notes and shrugs softly. "He is an odd sort. He can one moment be utterly terrifying, and then the next seem like someone you would meet at a bar for a drink."

"I have never been to a bar for a drink," Rostre claims. "If you can contact him, explain what I am going to attempt. If he wisheSs to attend, I will accommodate him."

"I will pass the offer along," Snowcora agrees. "I can say he is no more creepy than Mage Cyprian here. At least as long as you do not anger him."

With a squeak of protest, Fricka is carried over the Naga's shoulder. "What you mammalSs conSider creepy iSs not the Ssame for Nagas," Rostre notes. "You could all do with being a bit more cold-blooded and reptilian, frankly."

"Oh, I guarentee he could chill your blood. Do not dismiss him so easily," Snowcora warns.

"I am not disSmissive," Rostre says at the door, and looks back at Snowcora. "Only sStating that I might react.. differently.. than he iSs used to." And then she's slithering out, with Fricka waving a bit from where she's slung over the serpent's shoulder.

"She is a bit creepy," Cyprian notes. "Spirit Mages usually are.. but the Nagas moreso."

"I doubt even she would find being pulled into a realm where demons turn liars inside out and make them slaves as something that isn't 'creepy'," Snowcora notes grimly.

Snowcora yawns slightly. "Nothing that I should go into. I have occupied all of you far too long. I should be going," she admits. "I hope that my visit was pleasant enough and educational."

"Very educational," Cyprian notes. "Are you certain you wouldn't like to stay the night and leave feeling fresher?" he asks. "I could.. uh.. keep you company.."

Snowcora considers this. "Well, I suppose I could stay the night," she concedes. "No chaining me up while I sleep, though."

"I wouldn't do that," Cyprian promises. "I don't think we have any chains.. just those Zolk ropes." He then scoops up Snowcora (he seems to really enjoy that) and kisses her before carrying over to the sleeping cushions again.

Snowcora taps Cyprian's nose. "Just remember, I do need some sleep. I can't go without that; I'm not inexhaustable, after all," she teases. "I don't quite have Inala's stamina for such things after all; no one does..." Though granted she does have decent stamina, should the mage decide to pursue it in spite of the warning...