Zu'ark grabbed her gentle by the shoulders. "I love you too. But it is too early to go farther than kissing, I am just afraid of my own control about emotions and do not want to endanger you." He said with a soft smile.
Uiriel giggled. "Fine with me." She stated with a large smile before planting a kiss on his forehead.
"Sure why not, perhaps some of the other new faces will be about. " Hooking an arm with the Black Guardian Teras grinned at her a bit deviously. "Look at that blush, that embarrassed I outmaneuvered you ehh? " Chuckling he tagged along after the Fire Dragon. "You and Saruhai manage to break anything here yet? "
"Only a few corridors have been demolished and maybe a few armories, " Elysavar stated to the Avenger, then he registered his speech once more. "What new faces?" He asked, genuinely surprised, "We got new faces now?"
"Warp Spider and a Seer joined us not terribly long ago. " Teras shrugged. "Why so surprised brother? New faces appear all the time, we had a new Pathfinder skulking about when we returned from the last mission as it turned out. "
Elysavar nodded slowly. New faces once more, I hope they are social.. Social is always good. "Well, I think I might need to introduce myself to these new faces at some point," He chuckled, "What did they seem like in your eyes?"
"Only shared the usual polite greetings with them, the Warp Spider felt a tad off, the Seer kept talking to her blade. usual eccentricities. " Looking to Su'iris. "You're a better judge of character than myself love, what do you think? "
The man could not and did not wanted to stop himself from smiling wide. "We should make it a slow, meaningful and amazing journey for the both of us. The crippled Mymearan and the Arch-Angel of Malan'tai." He said with a soft laugh. ~~ Su'iris ~~ "They seemed nice. The Spiritseer quite bonded with whomever he had lost... The other, had some sort of pendant. Probably both have a lot of problems of the past they carried on towards here, looking for answers, solutions or ... Change." The Black Guardian said with a slight shrug.
~ now~ After following the helpful Guardian to her adopted quarters, Jyraielle opened up her small pack and took out her civilian possessions. There were not many of these: some few clothes, personal care items and her beloved drawing slates. She allowed herself a small smile as her hand traced a line over the topmost of the pile. Soon she would find new inspirations. Or new thoughts to exorcise through the medium of art. But today, the Scorpion was feeling too positive to dwell on that possibility. She was brimming with purpose, alert to the new day. It was an honour to have been sent by the Seers to join in this mission, even if she herself did not yet know why. Jyraielle trusted to the wisdom of those who read the skein, accepting that it could never be fully known, but marvelling at the skill that could unravel it even so far. She took off her armour reverently and changed into loose civilian clothes: soft brown trousers, a sandy-coloured silk blouse and low leather boots. She tied back her hair into a loose tumble of braids and took a moment to hang her weaponry above her bead, bowing her head for a moment. A heartbeat or two passed, and she opened her eyes, turning from war. The time had not yet been ordained and she ought to meet her companions in arms. However, it was not in the nature of the Warrior to go unarmed, so she hung her shuriken pistol in its holster from her belt alongside her drawing slates. Art and war. She headed out and asked a passing Guardian the way to the mess hall, intending to get something to eat and perhaps, meet some of her fellow soldiers. [Edited for spelling error.]
OOC: Was waiting on Inq to post entering the hall buuuuuuuut Teras entered into the Dining Hall with a deep inhale, he could smell the evening meals being prepared, the scent was overpowering and his mouth watered up in response. They weren't alone in there it seemed, his eyes traveled over each occupant before settling on the Fire Dragon and Guardian in his presence. "Seems another gathering is forming. Delightful. " A warm smile was offered to any who tried for his attention as he found a seat, letting his appetite simmer and work toward a boil rather than ordering right away so as to best savor the coming food.
