Kyrenaia wrote:
"After the dances I have to take, namely with Prince Damir... sure, why not?", Fara replied with a nod, smiling a bit, then turned to her pineapple juice, "Now, you asked, what a Caracal is... a wild cat. And a rather large one, too. Kalak is fifty centimetres tall at his shoulders, slender in built. Territorial, nocturnal, carnivore - with a sweet tooth for birds and small mammals - and a bit fluffy, especially around the ears. Kalak only accepts strokes from a very few certain people."
She smiled at an old memory.
"A farmer gave him to me, as he had no use for all the kittens he had and we were passing through with the Brigade. I don't think, that he ever realized, that I was his Ilkhan's daughter..." She giggled at that. "He most likely just saw a pretty and polite Sergeant and that he had too many for too few tasks. He doesn't like water, though, so he always sits by the poolside when I'm training with the team or swimming on my own, but he's fine on ships."
Han grins "Ah a Cat, for a moment I thought I had a competitor , though I probably do" He laughs again. He sips his beer.
"So though this s nice I had better do a walk about and earn my pay. " He taps his pocket "Gwendolyn has not pressed the button but I had better walk and assess, meaning no offence to out hosts security but threats come in many forms"
He bows , kisses her hand "Until later O my Princess".
Vionna-Frankenlisch wrote:Major Elias Horke
"You- Your Grace..." Horke stammered, "This... Well, this is certainly unexpected." He sat down, the Princess essentially barring all exit. "Umm..." He mumbled, "What did you have in mind?"
"Well this a tale of seduction, so.." She walks forwards and leans in to kiss him, her hair trailing over his face, she lingers over the kiss then sat next to him. "So now my dear Major you compliment me on my hair, or perfume, and maybe even loosen your clothing a little."
She leans in an begins to nibble his ear.