Thorra
"A fascinating and wonderful power, to be sure." Thorra's soft smile was enchanting, drawing the attention of even the wounded, quieting their pain for just a moment with the distraction of her happiness. It drew the attention of all those whom beheld her, and to each and every one of them, she seemed to be a flower in the bloom of her life. "I appriciate the skillful worksmanship of your people. It reminds me of my home."
She turned to wave at the wounded, blowing each and every one of them a kiss before exiting the tent to follow the elven royal, waving at Sage—it was up to the dragon whether she wanted to follow along on such a date, or to explore on her own.
SageWhen Thorra returned to the outside of the tent she witnessed the sight of Sage... not being there? Or rather, of a very peculiar bird with a familiar set of eyes perching on a nearby barrel and staring at her. Staring at her real good. And then, to the perturbance of the two elves with greatswords standing guard over the tent, the Sage-bird opened her beak and cawed at Thorra in annoyance, before averting her head as if to huff.
"Fine, give thine precious time to the pursuit of your lusts!" She took off in flight, seeking a higher vantage point. Or perhaps, just seeking to get away from Thorra. "See if I require your assistance!"
The two elves glanced at one another, and then back to Thorra, and as if on some unspoken cue returned to looking straight ahead and nowhere near either of them.
Amras was still there, his face a display of great nervousness approximating a smile. "A-Ah, you have finished then. Will you be requiring my assistance further, then?"