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Even after the few moments of waiting there together that had gone by, Blanche's foot had begun tapping impatiently, and then frantically on the ground. Before Jasmine turns away, it's impossible not to notice the fresh gleam of sweat covering her, or the new nervous twitch of the girl's...

"You said it." She glares, leaning against the wall to get comfortable.

Stifling a grin, she digs through the orc's memories, including his name, her name, their history, and the other orc they were talking about. "Hello in there. Sorry for the rough intrusion." She mentally speaks to him.

"You realize that that's a simple explanation I'm not going to give right?"

Seeing her time to strike, Rissa rushes into the clearing and tries to get behind the male orc, striving to possess him with all her might.

"It's not a curse!" She hisses, struggling to keep her voice down after the accusation. "It's none of your damn business! That's what it is... but if you're really going to stand there all night staring, you can even watch me do it."

As long as she's beefy enough by Rissa's own standards, she's willing to hope for the best. Afraid that the orcs might catch onto her scent, she sneaks back, quiet as a mouse, to hide in the treeline and wait for her to leave her sword.

Rissa catches a chuckle before it can slip from her mouth, turning invisible as she tries to sneak in close enough to see the female.

"Not as many as they do for me about why you care." She glowers, crossing her arms across her perky chest before staring her down from head to toe, not even giving Jasmine's own beautiful form a flattering double take as she seems to appraise her.

She takes the form of a dragonfly, flitting as close as she can get to the clearing without being seen, and then turning her ear to listen. For what it's worth, her lust aura cranks up the best it can.

"Oh? I was too loud was I? So was all of your moaning last night, but you don't hear my complaining. I'll be quieter. Just go to bed." She firmly states.

She poofs back into smoke form, rushing forwards across the land in a quick, careening pace that's just slow enough to still be diligent.

"That they are. Thanks anyways." She says, shrugging passively while walking through the gate to Tronheim.

She draws her breath, eyes gone wide as if she were just snapped back from her own little world. When she sees Jasmine standing there, she calms back down, brushing her hair out of her face and back over her ears. "Oh, it's just you." She says, unimpressed. "None of your business. Go back to bed."

"I'm searching for an orc as part of a job, great gatewatcher. Any worldly wisdom you can impart on me when it comes to facing one?" She tries her luck.

Satisfied with Sheena's leadership, she's hauling ass down the road as a puff of smoke, heading for the gates to the orc world.

In the far corner of the cell, down on her knees, and with one hand on her heart and the other on the wall is Blanche, the human girl who'd been unconscious for so long before. Her brilliantly stark hair is shoulder length, only a shade paler than her smooth porcelain skin. Even with her face...

"Glad to hear it! Sheena's in charge!" She calls, stepping back outside and shutting the door.

"Just stopping by to drop off your friend, boys! You two behaving?"

The night is peaceful in Shauna's remarkably warm hold, letting Jasmine sleep off all the stress and struggle of the day. That is, until deep within the night, she's awoken by what she swears is someone speaking in tongues not too far away.