#amoira

Wyll tries not to laugh. Yes, they were all flirting with Amoira, their druid, in their own ways. She’s proven to be a force, and kind, terrible cook, absolutely rubbish at card games, and seemingly oblivious to how people work. And he’s… made some terrible decisions for good reasons. He told her he’d take her ballroom dancing and she lit up at the idea. I’ve never been to a ball! Can’t very well do that now.

“Well?” he asks. “Are you going to entertain any of those lovely offers?”

She leans back on her hands and looks over at him, blowing a strand of orange-red hair from her face. “Do you think I’ll get any better ones?”

Now he knows she’s been flirting with him, though he’s not entirely sure if she knows that’s what she’s doing. There’s a yearning there, the desperate need to take her by the hand and learn every curve. He’s held himself back because of the secret he’d kept, but now she sees him with the horns and the ridges and everything else, and she’s still sitting there next to him when she could be entertaining much more attractive suitors.

There’s a little sigh and he realizes he didn’t answer her question. She leans forwards and shakes a bit, like a bear drying off. Stretches and in a puff of fur, like someone shaking out a rug, she’s gone. In her place is an orange tabby cat arching its back and stretching its claws. It meows at him loudly and Wyll wonders if she’s finally grown tired of how he holds himself back as she reaches forward. The tabby saunters over to him, rubs across his arm, then climbs up his back, claws digging into his padded jacket. He sighs as the cat lays across his horns, paws kneading into the side of his head.

Karlach walks by then and snickers. “What have you done now?” she asks with a knowing grin. Not waiting for an answer, she waggles her fingers, “Come on, kitten. Boys are more trouble than they’re worth.”

The tabby leaps off his head, pinpricks of claws digging a bit into his skull, and prances next to Karlach, rubbing in and around her legs. Wyll rubs at his head as they walk off and sighs again. Maybe, when all this craziness is done, he’ll do the proper thing—And what, demon? Ask to court her? Well, she hasn’t run away yet, kind of keeps hanging around. And she even said when he asked that she only saw the Blade, the inside hasn’t changed even if the outside has.