Girls Night Out

[Celandine]

A soft, particularly satisfied smile, crept over the young fauns lips as she was joined by her to new companions. She had been impressed at the speed at which she had been attended - it seemed her mother's money and influence at least were useful for something. Not that she particularly knew of any brothels, inns or safe places that flew under the Gilded Lily flag in Raiaera, but Celandine was sure that with a Lady in command of their land these high elves surely respected women enough anyway to not need the feminist movement.

Bringing her hooves up underneath her she snuggled into the depths of her large cosy jumper and cradled a cup of warm tea in her palms. Casually she watched as the dwarf doctor busied himself and she tried in effort to keep her eyes from widening at the pure beauty of those gorgeous, iridescent wings at their full spread.

Pretty, she thought, as she sipped her tea.

Felicity seemed to be enjoying the food. That was good - after the unfortunate ... episode that the flame-haired had been through during all the ice and violence, it was great to see her gorge herself. Celandine watched as the food rapidly disappeared. Huge chunks of crusty bread, hard cheese, even a corner of salted pork began to go from plate to mouth to stomach and she slightly frowned in fear that there wouldn't be enough for them all.

"You like ... Food?" she asked a little cautiously. Then quickly rectified herself, raising a hand. "No, no I don't mean - eat away, after the day we've had it's good to see you eat. I've just never seen ... Anyone except my father's massive horse eat so fast.

And he's a horse. Just be careful of hiccups."

Raising a hand she indicated for the barkeep to bring them another platter. Personally, she liked olives.