"Never think I would question your capability, Leon. I certainly wouldn't."
A place so pure of the chaos, Pfifer had almost forgotten their purpose hidden away in the tranquility of Leon's estates. Comfortably seated with her skirted legs crossed at the knee, the mage allowed the time her partner took readying the essentials for tea to simply exist. To breath long and low, her lips parted through the action as a mean to release any negative energy still clinging to her psyche. It wasn't as though she had never performed such a task before; healing was common. It was the extent of the mending that wore down her resolve, and were they left in the grassy knoll, she would remain displaced among destroyed fields and a decimated wood line.
Briefly, those piercing hues had closed in a lull amid the quiet, but as soon Leon made his return to the table with her request, Pfifer appeared completely cognizant and in control of her posture. Never did she slouch, or slump, or even waver from a picturesque pose fit for the highest seats of the royal bloodline. It was ingrained in the being Pfifer was made to be, and while Leon's roots were humble, her own were exalted within the hierarchy of Elven families all vying for territorial rule. Perhaps those attributes added heavily to the public visage the creature wore, so regal and strict; touchy at times. It couldn't be helped. One didn't shake their best qualities, nor did they bow to those deemed lessers. Hence Pfifer Rhodion wore a badge of corruption in face of the countless courts recognized by Telara, considered part of a growing problem bubbling beneath the otherwise calm surface of political and social pond.
Little did they know, Pfifer was no problem. On the contrary, she was the solution.
Absolution from the ashes of a ruined world.
"A hidden beacon?" Chuckling, the fair skinned Elf brought both hands gently around her cup and lifted it to catch the wafting aroma. A mild tea, almost lacking in scent. She nodded approvingly before setting it back down to work with the honey and sugar accompanying the beverage. Two sugars, two dabs of honey, and a wafer for the plate. The cake was decorative at the moment - best had after the first cup was savored. Quiet during the ordeal of preparing her drink, Pfifer eventually brought her sights back to the male, the faintest smile gracing painted lips. "What a good host you've been. Many thanks." With a bow of her head, Pfifer finally took a sip of the tea and had a few neat bites of the wafer before drinking once more.
"Servants are not my highest priority, though I can't say I'm terribly surprised you have none in your immediate employment. Given your missing status, the only sort that would really do would be thralls, and I know they're not quite..." Trailing off, she paused before finishing with, "hospitable to guests." That much she had witnessed first hand, though a mage worth their weight could put down a wayward thrall without batting a lash. "Followers come with each passing of the reigns. A ruler attracts followers without real struggle because sheep are easily corralled by a knowledgeable shepherd." Back to her tea, the first cup would be made short work of in time with her consumption of the wafer. Fork obtained, she moved on to the cake as she shared her thoughts, though fatigue was evident by the carefulness in which she ate.
"I stake no claim in your properties, Leon, though I appreciate being welcomed here." The digit he dragged against the bite marks brought upon another chime of laughter, the sound intoxicating and light like playful chimes in a spring wind. Nothing about Pfifer was outwardly menacing, save for the garb she chose to wear and that unsettling set of icy orbs that seemed restless most of the time. Now, as she looked upon Leon, they expressed no malice or threat. Just curiosity, settled behind a veil of indigo. "I would hope so, dear. Markings left by you belong on my skin, and if they were left by your doing, they must carry a great beauty in and of themselves." Shifting ever so slightly, the woman reached for the tea pot, and poured herself another serving for good measure. The need to replenish what was lost took precedence, despite the nagging urge to take up the offer of sleep.
"And upstairs, a bath tub?" Asked nonchalantly, Pfifer finished the lemon cake just before polishing off the last of her tea. "I couldn't bear to sleep without bathing. What sort of guest would I be if I soiled your clean sheets on the first night of my visit?" When all the dishes had been squared away and pushed back from her general vicinity, a napkin was raised to her lips to ensure not a crumb tarnished her almost statuesque appearance. Everything about Pfifer's routine seemed practiced, embedded in her motions after countless years of events and meals held in a similar esteem. Even in the privacy of Leon's home, with his walls lined with personal trophies and his dining room cozy and secluded, the mage couldn't quite relax to the extent her lover did. At least not openly.
"You did an excellent job concealing your base of operations, Leon. I hadn't realized how in need I've been of the quiet, but to be here with you as company, I'm assured things are moving in our favor." Lightly, she brought a hand to Leon's cheek to stroke lovingly. The veins distending from his seemingly damaged eye were far from forgotten, though this night wasn't the time they need speak of the peculiarities lingering in the male's features. "We've been running for weeks, haven't we? Come now, and lead me to the bath before I succumb to sleep."
A place so pure of the chaos, Pfifer had almost forgotten their purpose hidden away in the tranquility of Leon's estates. Comfortably seated with her skirted legs crossed at the knee, the mage allowed the time her partner took readying the essentials for tea to simply exist. To breath long and low, her lips parted through the action as a mean to release any negative energy still clinging to her psyche. It wasn't as though she had never performed such a task before; healing was common. It was the extent of the mending that wore down her resolve, and were they left in the grassy knoll, she would remain displaced among destroyed fields and a decimated wood line.
Briefly, those piercing hues had closed in a lull amid the quiet, but as soon Leon made his return to the table with her request, Pfifer appeared completely cognizant and in control of her posture. Never did she slouch, or slump, or even waver from a picturesque pose fit for the highest seats of the royal bloodline. It was ingrained in the being Pfifer was made to be, and while Leon's roots were humble, her own were exalted within the hierarchy of Elven families all vying for territorial rule. Perhaps those attributes added heavily to the public visage the creature wore, so regal and strict; touchy at times. It couldn't be helped. One didn't shake their best qualities, nor did they bow to those deemed lessers. Hence Pfifer Rhodion wore a badge of corruption in face of the countless courts recognized by Telara, considered part of a growing problem bubbling beneath the otherwise calm surface of political and social pond.
Little did they know, Pfifer was no problem. On the contrary, she was the solution.
Absolution from the ashes of a ruined world.
"A hidden beacon?" Chuckling, the fair skinned Elf brought both hands gently around her cup and lifted it to catch the wafting aroma. A mild tea, almost lacking in scent. She nodded approvingly before setting it back down to work with the honey and sugar accompanying the beverage. Two sugars, two dabs of honey, and a wafer for the plate. The cake was decorative at the moment - best had after the first cup was savored. Quiet during the ordeal of preparing her drink, Pfifer eventually brought her sights back to the male, the faintest smile gracing painted lips. "What a good host you've been. Many thanks." With a bow of her head, Pfifer finally took a sip of the tea and had a few neat bites of the wafer before drinking once more.
"Servants are not my highest priority, though I can't say I'm terribly surprised you have none in your immediate employment. Given your missing status, the only sort that would really do would be thralls, and I know they're not quite..." Trailing off, she paused before finishing with, "hospitable to guests." That much she had witnessed first hand, though a mage worth their weight could put down a wayward thrall without batting a lash. "Followers come with each passing of the reigns. A ruler attracts followers without real struggle because sheep are easily corralled by a knowledgeable shepherd." Back to her tea, the first cup would be made short work of in time with her consumption of the wafer. Fork obtained, she moved on to the cake as she shared her thoughts, though fatigue was evident by the carefulness in which she ate.
"I stake no claim in your properties, Leon, though I appreciate being welcomed here." The digit he dragged against the bite marks brought upon another chime of laughter, the sound intoxicating and light like playful chimes in a spring wind. Nothing about Pfifer was outwardly menacing, save for the garb she chose to wear and that unsettling set of icy orbs that seemed restless most of the time. Now, as she looked upon Leon, they expressed no malice or threat. Just curiosity, settled behind a veil of indigo. "I would hope so, dear. Markings left by you belong on my skin, and if they were left by your doing, they must carry a great beauty in and of themselves." Shifting ever so slightly, the woman reached for the tea pot, and poured herself another serving for good measure. The need to replenish what was lost took precedence, despite the nagging urge to take up the offer of sleep.
"And upstairs, a bath tub?" Asked nonchalantly, Pfifer finished the lemon cake just before polishing off the last of her tea. "I couldn't bear to sleep without bathing. What sort of guest would I be if I soiled your clean sheets on the first night of my visit?" When all the dishes had been squared away and pushed back from her general vicinity, a napkin was raised to her lips to ensure not a crumb tarnished her almost statuesque appearance. Everything about Pfifer's routine seemed practiced, embedded in her motions after countless years of events and meals held in a similar esteem. Even in the privacy of Leon's home, with his walls lined with personal trophies and his dining room cozy and secluded, the mage couldn't quite relax to the extent her lover did. At least not openly.
"You did an excellent job concealing your base of operations, Leon. I hadn't realized how in need I've been of the quiet, but to be here with you as company, I'm assured things are moving in our favor." Lightly, she brought a hand to Leon's cheek to stroke lovingly. The veins distending from his seemingly damaged eye were far from forgotten, though this night wasn't the time they need speak of the peculiarities lingering in the male's features. "We've been running for weeks, haven't we? Come now, and lead me to the bath before I succumb to sleep."
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