[ since when has she had to make social appearances? Era shoots him another irritable look, tail twitching. She can't fault Estinien for being worried if he hasn't been informed of current circumstances, but honestly...
They need to speak somewhere private. And it's both fortunate and unfortunate that there are quite a few private rooms available. Fortunate that they exist, and unfortunate because of what they exist for. But whatever!! She is the Warrior of Light. Warrior of Warriors, according to Estinien. Era can manage sitting inside a room meant for a brothel in order to fill her comrade in on what's going on.
So Era quickly spots a destination and gesture for Estinien to follow.
She is careful to keep a polite distance from anyone else, although it takes some effort on her part to avoid the more assertive (and naked) party goers when they don't seem to have any concept of personal space. Someone touches one of her horns but she simply withholds a shudder and ignores it.
She goes as far as picking her tail up in her hands and holding it to her abdomen to prevent people from reaching out to stroke it. So what if her scales are softer than they look? Era would never begrudge someone being curious, but it is not always good to act upon one's curiosity.
The room is blessedly empty when Era pushes the door open further to check. That doesn't mean she trusts anything in it though, and she painstakingly pulls a length of linen cloth out of her inventory to spread over the bed so that they might sit without worry.
Or she'll sit, at least. You can do what you want, Estinien. ]
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They need to speak somewhere private. And it's both fortunate and unfortunate that there are quite a few private rooms available. Fortunate that they exist, and unfortunate because of what they exist for. But whatever!! She is the Warrior of Light. Warrior of Warriors, according to Estinien. Era can manage sitting inside a room meant for a brothel in order to fill her comrade in on what's going on.
So Era quickly spots a destination and gesture for Estinien to follow.
She is careful to keep a polite distance from anyone else, although it takes some effort on her part to avoid the more assertive (and naked) party goers when they don't seem to have any concept of personal space. Someone touches one of her horns but she simply withholds a shudder and ignores it.
She goes as far as picking her tail up in her hands and holding it to her abdomen to prevent people from reaching out to stroke it. So what if her scales are softer than they look? Era would never begrudge someone being curious, but it is not always good to act upon one's curiosity.
The room is blessedly empty when Era pushes the door open further to check. That doesn't mean she trusts anything in it though, and she painstakingly pulls a length of linen cloth out of her inventory to spread over the bed so that they might sit without worry.
Or she'll sit, at least. You can do what you want, Estinien. ]