Maybe she is. Maybe she isn't. Who knows?
I've been working on Liz's accent (I'm doing her voice-overs myself), and so far she sounds like a mix of Russian and Indian. Thought I'd leave ya with that.
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The party walked through the snowy drifts of Cania at a brutal pace. Elizabeth decided that, for an aasimar, Rikardo was very unforgiving. She then felt guilty; Rik was a celestial stuck in the Hells, of course he wasn't doing well! The bardic sorcerer was her old friend, she had to comfort him. She was loathed to leave Valen's side, though, and she was forced to wonder, which was worse to have in the Hells, Infernal blood or Celestial? And thanks to Mephistopheles, Rikardo was the Duke of Cania, if she understood the events right. His very blood would be screaming at him to kill himself. She exhaled deeply, released Valen's hand, and tried to walk faster.
Her feet caught onto each other, and she tripped; she let out a shrill shriek as she tumbled towards the ice. Strong arms wrapped around her and stopped her fall, and she found herself staring into the blue eyes of her tiefing lover.
"And so, the knight in shining armor saves his maiden fair from possible concussion?" Rikardo deadpanned, his pupil-less gold eyes alight with humor.
"Stuff it, Celestial!" Elizabeth growled playfully as she stood up straight.
"I don't think I qualify as a knight in shining armor," Valen said to his friend. "And I've never heard of a love story with a tiefling before."
"Then my book shall be original!" Rik declared. "'Sides, you two are no stranger then the aasimar and the drow assassin, isn't that right love?" He pulled Nathyrra close and squeezed her backside.
Nathyrra rolled her eyes and pushed him away slightly. "Oh, get over yourself, male!"
Elizabeth pretended to gag; Max really did.
"Kay, you four done yet?" the feline asked with a sigh.
"Tell him to go away." Rik sighed.
"Ku yfyo!" Liz giggled, shooing her guardian.
"Fine, fine, I go get Scales." Max muttered, walking away swiftly.
Scales is Deekin
