[ Perhaps it will be a life of more opportunities. How many in Ishgard would see her and know she is the Witch Matoya? Most believe her to be an urban legend, or some force to be called upon. That was design of Master Matoya as she hid away after the fall of Sharlayan in the Dravanian lands. Best to hide as a legend with her two proteges than to be sought out for herecy by one side, or being a savior by another.
If she was not under his directions, her ears and tail would raise in surprise as he brushes long her arm with his lips. Instead, a much more muted reaction occurs. She shivers against his touch, and the fingers on his chest begin to slowly move in invisible patterns. Her eyes drift halfway shut as she seems even further mesmerized by him; pulled further into the comfort and protection he offers. ]
K'lantaa. [ Her response is immediate and her tone in a slight daze due to his touches. A very normal Miqo'te name despite the monkier she uses. ] You should call me Lantaa. No one else. Only you.
[ She falls silent after having answered his question and following after his direction.
Then, his hand at her ear.
"Matoya"'s eyes widen only briefly as a look of anticipation comes through her dazed expression. It's a familiar touch, and one her heart seems to jump at the chance to have once more. She leans forward just a fraction--as he has yet to direct her to do so--and gently presses her nose to his jawbone.
He remains so mesmerizing, even without his ability to compell. She wants to touch him everywhere--to kiss him hard--to touch his hair. The whole experience leaves her dizzy, and she wonders how much of it is due to the natural attraction vampires breathe... and how much of it is Ser Aymeric.
She tilts her head to press her forehead to his jaw as she waits patiently for his next command. The dazed feeling has turned into something akin to floating, and she is content to simply bask in it. ]
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If she was not under his directions, her ears and tail would raise in surprise as he brushes long her arm with his lips. Instead, a much more muted reaction occurs. She shivers against his touch, and the fingers on his chest begin to slowly move in invisible patterns. Her eyes drift halfway shut as she seems even further mesmerized by him; pulled further into the comfort and protection he offers. ]
K'lantaa. [ Her response is immediate and her tone in a slight daze due to his touches. A very normal Miqo'te name despite the monkier she uses. ] You should call me Lantaa. No one else. Only you.
[ She falls silent after having answered his question and following after his direction.
Then, his hand at her ear.
"Matoya"'s eyes widen only briefly as a look of anticipation comes through her dazed expression. It's a familiar touch, and one her heart seems to jump at the chance to have once more. She leans forward just a fraction--as he has yet to direct her to do so--and gently presses her nose to his jawbone.
He remains so mesmerizing, even without his ability to compell. She wants to touch him everywhere--to kiss him hard--to touch his hair. The whole experience leaves her dizzy, and she wonders how much of it is due to the natural attraction vampires breathe... and how much of it is Ser Aymeric.
She tilts her head to press her forehead to his jaw as she waits patiently for his next command. The dazed feeling has turned into something akin to floating, and she is content to simply bask in it. ]