>>6018741Just when it seems you may have to turn back, or land and take shelter, your <Faerie Fire> dips low. You blink a couple times, suspecting some trick of light or spell-failure, but it is not merely falling, nor is it dissipating: it is following a winding course down to some nearby stones.
>16 for Arcana/Feycraft: success!You do likewise, diving after it. Youa re no tracker, but even you can see the traces of someone’s passage here: blood-fringed footprints upon the ground, where the jagged gravel has cute someone’s bare feet.
(Ah damn… She didn’t grab her pants before she left, so of COURSE Izirina didn’t retrieve her boots, either.)
You steel yourself and descend the hill after her, assuming a less-feathery form for the encounter. You find your swiftly-departed paramour behind a particularly large rock, given away by still more crimson droplets. When you first spot her, she is seated there, back butted up against the grey-brown stone, knees drawn up to her chin, rumpled black robe wrapped around her to hide her nakedness from the empty wasteland. Her eyes are downcast, elementally-charged crown of red hair waving about her face as if underwater.
You stare down at her for a while. She knows you’re there, you can tell, and yet she says nothing. Eventually, frustrated, you break the silence:
“Izzy, would you mind telling me what the hell THAT was about?”
“…”
You grit your teeth a little, looking away and running a hand through your hair as you grapple with exhaustion, post-shirin nausea, and the general disorientation of jumping right from an incredible and highly-erotic evening to… Whatever THIS is. Damnit, you love this woman, but why must she ALWAYS be conspiring, scheming?
>successful Sense Motive in Thread 8“Are you still ‘studying’ with The Nothic?” you ask.
Izirina looks up at you, appearing startled at the question. You purse your lips but you think you see genuine shock and hurt in her eyes, and so you speak again:
“If that’s not what’s going on, what is?”
“It would have worked,” Izzy says, looking back down at the ground.
“What would have worked?” you demand. “I understand getting carried away in the moment, but that’s not what THAT was, was it? That whole thing was planned rigth from the moment you suggested the shirin. You were trying to get me to… To impregnate Costella. Without asking EITHER of us. That’s not alright. Why would you do a thing like that? And why did you run off like this?!”
Izzy looks up at you, glaring and looking as if she wants to say something scathing in reply, but her resolve wavers and she looks back down.
“I know about you two, at the inn. Just like I knew about the shirin. Without Zith-Zi telling me, I already knew."
