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Once he stands in front of her, he regains his composure somewhat, and offers his arm out in a courtly fashion, and asks her, ”I see milady ye need some company, would ye mind it if’n I be your… date this fine evening?” Seeing Felmor's reaction, Priyya thinks Worth it. An errant curl of black hair falls in front of her face as her smoky eyes regard Felmor with amusement. She takes his arm and presses against him. "I would have no other man escort me, beloved."
Priyya seems genuinely flattered by Alexis' attention and concern. "By Kelesh standards, I'm already in a scandalous state of undress." She indicates her modest yet exposed cleavage, bare shoulders, and neck.
Priyya rallies, no sign of tears in sight. "I'm ready when you ladies are... unless, do you think, I should leave my hair loose?"
Priyya stares at herself for a very long time, her eyes wide. She looks over at Alis twice, unable to say anything. Finally she says quietly, "So this is what I'd be if I were truly pretty." She looks at Alis, her eyes brimming, thanks registering silently. "If I cry, I ruin this, right? So no crying." Somehow, Priyya stops the tears in their tracks. She stands up. "I'm going to be very elegant tonight, Alis. You'll see. I'm going to make you proud."
"I don't wear make-up so I really don't know what to do. Fel would say that he likes me as I am - all natural. I don't think he'd want to taste anything on my lips but ME." She smiles at the thought. "I just don't know. Maybe some of that sooty looking stuff around my eyes would make them stand out? Alis, help!"
Priyya gets into the spirit of things and quips, "Oh, demure, right. I can do 'demure'. I'll bonk your Aunt, cast Hold Person on the messenger, and run screaming from the room. Will that about cover it - demure-ness-icity-wise?" Priyya watches the women do their make-up. "Right... so am I supposed to put that stuff on too?" Goddess! Is there a manual on these chores somewhere?
Priyya looks delighted and relieved. "As long as I can bring it on the way, that is fine! I wasn't trying to be sneaky... I just thought maybe gowns and swords don't go together so if I minimized its appearance that might be better." She slumps a little, "This is why I am no good in high society."
Catching the last of her comment, she guesses to the hidden meaning, and replies, ”It’s hard letting your guard down, and allowing love to come in, isn’t it?” Priyya thinks for a moment before responding candidly, "Well, my life, my occupation, doesn't lend itself to love; even companionship is pretty rare. So, I think it is more that I don't often have the luxury to enjoy love rather than being guarded about it when it does appear." "And it definitely doesn't help that I often feel like I'm two people inside - Priyya the woman and Surya-ka-Vahaak the chosen implement of Sarenrae. Anyone I might love has to satisfy them both - not an easy task as Felmor can attest." Then she adds with a smile and a rueful laugh. "And it assuredly doesn't help that I am hot-blooded and Kelesh... so I'm a crazy b!tch to boot." She shakes her head in sympathy for any lover of hers, "On the whole - I'm a handful." Priyya resumes dressing hoping the ensemble will magically come together. Noticing that the cleric is still trying to figure out a way to wear her scimitar she chides, "Relax, we're going to visit my Aunt, not a dragon. Here, it's more polite to simply conceal a stiletto here..." she points to her cleavage, "or here." She lifts the leg of her skirt revealing a dagger she has strapped to her thigh. Priyya is in a quandry. "Alis, I am Surya-ka-Vahaak. My blade goes with me everywhere. Why even in bed the other night with... WELL, my blade goes everywhere with me. I will certainly put it aside in your aunt's home. But I would be more comfortable bringing it in the carriage with me." Priyya holds the blade protectively, wringing the scabbard like a security blanket. Her eyes are imploring. "I could hold it inconspicuously." She moves the scarf bedecked scabbard behind her back, shoving it into a fold in her gown, trying to look 'demure' with a 3' killing blade.
"I think your hair is lovely, Priyya." Priyya seems poleaxed by the compliment. She idly runs a hand down the length of her now be-scarved mane. "Well... thank you. My hair, I think, is my best feature. Unfortunately, I don't get many chances to show it off. Kelesh women don't get to let their hair down often." It occurs to Lureene that Priyya is speaking about something more than just her hair.
Priyya laughs, "IF I were a maiden or fair, he'd be obliged. As it is, I am far too dusky and un-maidenly to warrant such gallantry." She blushes slightly and a soft corona of light emerges from her. "... but he does fancy me greatly."
Priyya is so flustered at the idea of appearing in a ball gown in public that she misses most of the conversation and all of the subtext. She gives Felmor a Goddess help me! look and follows along after the other women. In the suite, Priyya strips with an economy of movement that surprises Alis and Lureene. One moment she is robed and the next she is stark naked and wrapping her long hair in a set of Laithoron-designed scarves. Alis notes with some amusement that apparently, as Priyya mentioned during their recent adventures, Kelesh women don't wear much in the way of undergarments. Having recently practiced the art of ball-gown-dressing, Priyya tries diligently to remember every step in the process as she fits herself into the gown Alis has recommended. She feels like a fish on horseback. She stops mid-way, trying to figure out how exactly she should incorporate her chain shirt into the ensemble. Since they are going to be traveling for a bit... prudence demands protection. The picture in her head of herself in a mailed gown strikes her as particularly odd and amusing. She sighs speculating that for this evening, it seems, she must go without armor... "Alis? I take it that I shouldn't wear mail with this, right?" It also appears that her belted scabbard might be inappropriate. No matter. I'll hold the scabbard and perhaps tie a matching scarf around it...
Priyya watches the winged woman closely. Most everything in her appearance bespeaks a demonic heritage but her behavior is at odds with what Priyya would expect from such a creature. And Alis seems to like her - so perhaps her reality is at odds with her appearance. It wouldn't be the first time. As it seems they will be traveling together from Cassomir to Mwangi, Priyya shrugs internally. Having traveled many long roads, Priyya knows that tension between travelers can make a long road longer and she already exchanged unkind words with the bat-winged barmaid before. Best to get her liking me or at least jar her out of her assumptions... Priyya pointedly puts her scimitar down, walks up to Lureene, hugs her, and gives her a kiss on the cheek. "It seems we will be travelers together. I hope you don't hold anything I said previously against me." She backs up, giving Lureene a chance to digest what just happened.
Alis winks. "Oh I knew that, but you'll still need something to wear to Fel's formal ceremony back in Greengold. Alright, let's go find you something sheer and sexy now. Think your knight would go for the harem girl fantasy?" She gives Alis a rye smile, "I can't say if it would suit his fantasy... but it fits mine, Alis. Speaking of which, does Master Laithoron have any boots about?" Priyya describes briefly what she is envisioning, something like Fel's new boots, only cut for a woman and slightly more form fitting. Clearly she has a surprise in mind for the new Captain.
Priyya stands shyly next Alis, her head downcast. She says very quietly, "Uh... I think I wasn't exactly clear about what I meant when I said evening wear. I was thinking... more... intimate apparel to be shared with someone special. If you get my meaning. I don't know if I'll ever be able to wear these beautiful ball gowns."
Priyya fingers the fine fabrics and smiles at the offer of a new wardrobe but shakes her head. "I am a humble priestess. Unless your common use couture can well withstand violence and bloodshed, I should probably avoid it. However, for my evenings..." she casts a glance at Felmor, "Something a bit more feminine would be very much appreciated. More to the point, Sir Felmor here could definitely use clothes befitting his station as Knight of Greengold and Captain of Cassomir."
The night is long... and what Felmor remembers most clearly, in that pleasant state between sleeping and wakefulness in the wee hours of the morning, is Priyya's intensity. The same utter focus she brings to fighting evil, she brought to their bed last night. She wasn't thinking about the next day, what they had fought, zombie infections, duplicitous mayors, or even Sarenrae. She was entirely focused on him. It is a level of commitment, he doesn't know if he's ever seen from a woman. She was totally present in every moment they shared. As he wakes more he becomes aware of other things: The smell of spent candles and incense; Laying on his back with an arm wrapped protectively around Priyya; She is curled next to him, nude, her head resting on his chest; Her voluminous hair flows everywhere, like a meandering river system... It is very early in the morning, well before dawn. Even for him this is an early hour to be awake... until he increasingly becomes aware of what has ended his sleep - Priyya. Her hand is waking him in a very novel way. He looks down and sees her wide eyes are watching his expressions with pleasure. She smiles a seductive little smile. Her head turns away and her lips join her hand in waking him fully. She was happy to follow Felmor's lead last night, but in the dawn hours it seems clear that she has ideas of her own and Felmor is nothing if not a gentleman who allows a lady her preferences... An hour or perhaps a lifetime later, as the dawn starts creeping into the sky, Priyya rises from the bed, stretches like a cat fattened on many delicious canaries, and opens the shutters. Nude, she sits and awaits the dawn, centering and opening herself to the will of Sarenrae. Priyya gives silent thanks for the joy Sarenrae has permitted her and hopes, but does not ask, that the Dawn Flower allow it to continue for a long time to come.
Their kisses and tears last some time. Through his closed eyelids, Felmor realises the room seems brighter. He opens his eyes when they finally part and sees the source. Overcome with emotion, Priyya body is wreathed in something like ghostly white flames. What little cover her robes afforded is now totally gone. "Fel, I need you... but it's been a long time for me." With one hand she pulls his hand to her cheek, rubbing her face against his palm. With her other hand, she pulls free the knots keeping her robe closed. Her eyes are open - watching him watch her. She guides his hand from her face, down her neck, and then down inside her robe. She gasps, delighted at his rough touch on her chest. Her body responds. She closes her eyes and rests her other hand on his shoulder, kneading his muscles. Felmor, finding control elusive, feels his hand moving downwards with a will of its own. Priyya, eyes still closed, smiles, and guides his hand down to her flank. She stifles a groan of pleasure. On his shoulder, her nails grip him, indicating how much she enjoys his ministrations. After long minutes, Priyya's hand leads Felmor's over her thigh to a more intimate spot. Felmor learns something important, as Priyya bites her lip and her nails dig into his shoulder... even the most arid desert blossom has a ready source of moisture. Priyya, desert creature that she is, is no exception. Her glow bursts into new flame and Priyya's wide almond eyes open. "Fel, beloved, take me to bed. Help me to forget my burdens for a night."
Priyya thinks Good thing the Kirmoon's are there... because my "woman's touch" is rusty. She gives Felmor a grim smile, and says very quietly, "I'll try... beloved." Priyya approaches the distraught Dimira. "Be calm, sister. You are justifiably shocked and outraged. But we need you to breathe and be calm. Please try."
She watches the thoughts and emotions move across his face, hoping he truly understands and can accept it. When he whispers, she hopes it is true, needs his understanding to be true on some level. Her heart hammers in her chest. She cuts to the chase, saying quietly, her eyes cast down, afraid of what his answer might be, "So, knowing all that, will you still have me?"
Priyya smiles at his request... for tea and something else. She indicates a pillow for him to sit on, in the middle of the room, surrounded by the candles. Priyya takes the tea set and sits on another pillow across from him, the tea set beside her. She settles down, her knees tucked beneath her and her robes spread out. After pouring the tea, she hands him the cup ceremoniously, and then as an odd after-thought, she pulls her hair over one shoulder so it flows down like a waterfall into her lap. Knowing how much he likes her hair, how could she not? She sighs, "Fel, I need to explain why I can't get married, about who I am." She pulls a candle closer and shows him her palm. He inspects it. The scar bears a strange resemblance to Sarenrae's symbol. "This is my birthmark. It shows I am one of the chosen implements of Sarenrae. I was born into her service." She then takes the same scarred hand and uses it to snuff out the candle. The space between them darkens. Her glow is evident. She is limned in something like a faerie fire, defining her features - but more indistinct. Her voice comes from the darkness between them, "I come from a long line of Kelesh people. None in my family, save one cousin, in any record, or living memory, glows as you see. It is an indicator of something Celestial in my bloodline. Another gift of Sarenrae." She relights the candle. "From the time of my first memories, I have known my path. I have always walked it. Before I studied and took on the mantle of Surya-ka-Vahaak, I knew that I was Surya-ka-Vahaak. Do you understand? It is what I am. My order has few rules. I have a great deal of freedom... but marriage is forbidden to me. I am sorry. You are a worthy man and if it were in my power... you would make a wonderful husband. You still may." She leaves unstated the conclusion ... but not for me. She sighs heavily, "No matter how much I love you, I can never marry you. It is the price I pay for the power I am granted."
Priyya looks at Felmor and says quietly, "Oh, hell... I think we are going to have to do some damage control." She heads into the backroom to attempt to calm Dimira. Secretly, she thinks the mayor is getting off easy if all he gets is a tongue-lashing from his abandoned daughter.
Priyya works quickly. She runs cool water across her eyes - red eyes aren't pretty. Not that Fel would notice. She straightens up, kicking her equipment into a corner. She stares at her pile of gear for a moment and thinks better of it... placing her scimitar by the bed. She arranges candles around the room, pillows on the floor, lights some incense, and changes into her sheerest robe. She just has time to prepare a small pot of tea before she hears his knock. She opens the door before he has a chance to pull his hand away. She sees his startled expression and smiles ruefully at herself. A tad overeager, aren't you Priyya? She gently pulls him into the room and shuts the door. She doesn't want anyone else to see her dressed like this. Priyya eyes him appreciatively up and down - clean, facial hair trimmed, well-dressed. He looks dashing. She smiles and stands back so he can look at her. She's wearing a sheer, diaphanous, robe of white with delicate gold flowers. In the dim light of the candles, and given her emotional state, she glows softly. Her thin robe does little to hide the glowing which outlines every curve, prominence, and feature of her body. Felmor is almost embarrassed, her glow leaves little to his imagination. Fel's eyes roving over her body causes her to smile, making her feel seductive. "Would you like some tea? Or something else to drink?"
Priyya tears up and punches him softly. "You fool! This isn't about having a child now. It was about you appreciating the magnitude of what I offered. All you said was 'There be planty o’ time ta worry ‘bout that.' You're a good man. I know you didn't mean that to be dismissive... but that's how it made me feel. And given what I offered, being dismissed as if it were trivial, hurts. I'm not a regular woman, I know that... but I do have feelings." She hugs him close, "Thanks for explaining what you really meant. I appreciate it." She pulls away from him and stares at him with her wide almond eyes, her desires revealed. "I want you to warm ME, not just my bed, Fel but... I know this is prissy of me, but it would be nice if you paid me the courtesy of showing up bathed and cleanly dressed. And while you are doing that, in your room, I can collect myself. Will you do that for me?"
She sees the direction of his glances and realises this is too public. "Would you like to come in?"
Priyya looks utterly confused. She says, equally quietly, glancing down the hall to make sure they are alone, "Fel, I don't understand what you want to apologize for... you haven't said anything wrong. I might have but you didn't. I asked a question; you answered it. Then I... well... yes. I put you in an awkward position. I'm sorry about that." She is tempted to babble more but wisely shuts up. Though she sees his response as understandable and even wise, nevertheless Priyya still feels cut to the core by it as a kind of rejection. She offered the greatest gift she had to offer and it was not accepted. She hears the branch she stepped out on snapping behind her. She idly rubs her abdomen, as if protecting an idea she held there. Summoning her best martial bearing, thinking of the long line of Surya-ka-Vahaak that she dare not shame, she stands straighter and looks him in the eye. "I'm sorry if I offended you."
Priyya acknowledges Asina's summons, "Be right down, thank you." She dresses quickly and heads downstairs...
After a long soak, a good cry, and a lot of thought despite her attempts to avoid it... Priyya emerges from the bath a bit pruney but feeling better about her situation. She dries off, puts on a clean robe, and decides to tackle her hair. She gets into the mindless monotony of brushing out her long mane. It is an oddly mesmerizing activity, so she nearly jumps out of her skin when there is a knock on the door. She queries who it is and when she finds it is Felmor, she has the odd desire to both fling the door open and barricade it all at the same time. She steels herself and opens the door about halfway, making sure he is alone since her hair is down. She tries to look him in the eye but her gaze falters some. She has stepped out on a very high, thin, branch. She tries to rally. "Hi Fel. I'm guessing this is a purposeful visit to my room... not like the last time." She smiles hoping the reminder of their first 'night together' will come across as funny. Felmor is greeted by the smell of vanilla, clearly Priyya made liberal use of the bath salts... and Felmor realises he is still in the same dirty clothes he rode into town wearing.
If anyone wants to chat with her that evening - no that is not a solicitation for visitors - that's where she will be. Just give her an hour or so (game time) as she is enjoying a bath right now. :)
Priyya shuts the door to her room, latches it, and sags against it. What did I just do? She looks around the room and recalls that first evening when she discovered Felmor passed out on her bed... and the next morning when he thrashed in his sleep and said 'Armandia'... and then when he was so scared at realising he was in the wrong room. How did I get from there to here? She doesn't know and she can't think about it. She kicks off her boots and drops her armor, weapons, and belt... every tool of her trade. She dumps her headdress, robes, and everything that identifies her as a cleric. She pads into the bathroom and draws a very high and hot bath. She throws in a heaping handful of bath salts, trying to get the smell of the damned creatures from their recent adventure out of her nose. She sinks gratefully into the claw-foot tub trying not to think about anything except the soothing effect of the water and the aromatic salts. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh...
He doesn't know whether that answer fills her with hope, despair, or a combination of the two. The look in her eyes is passing strange... slightly sad, slightly scared. There is also that fiery determination she shows just before she says something utterly frank. "Fel, marriage is forbidden to me. I can never be a wife... not without giving up my order and my purpose for existence. I can't do that, Fel. Sarenrae made me for a purpose and I can't turn away from that." She takes a deep breath and looks down at her plate, "But I could, perhaps, bear you a child... assuming Sarenrae does not prevent it, or injury end it, or I die. My life is dangerous. We Surya-ka-Vahaak along with the other mantles in my order... we don't live to see advanced years. And while none in my order, so far as I know have ever mothered a child... it is not expressly forbidden and Sarenrae did not tell me I should not do this thing." She seems to find something intensely interesting in her flatware or plate because her head remains bowed and her voice, very quiet. "Still, I would be willing to dare this if... if you... if this is something you might desire, but only if you would want a child in this way. If you plan to marry then, perhaps this would not please your wife. Please don't feel you have to answer now, just consider it." She finishes in a rush, "Please excuse me. I need to bathe and rest, I think." She leaves the table quickly and heads upstairs to her room.
Priyya blushes. "I'm glad I've affected you as much as you have affected me." She kisses him quickly and then dives into their food which was just delivered. She watches him while she eats, weighing, considering. After getting herself around a good portion of her plate, and a mug of ale, she asks softly, "Fel, what do you want from your life? A boat of your own? A house by the sea? A wife? Children?"
Felmor's question reminds Priyya that she hasn't checked herself for signs of zombie infection in a few days. She holds up a finger to indicate she's got to handle something before answering his question. She heads to her room to check herself over.
Priyya is relieved that she appears to have escaped infection. She heads back down to the bar and retakes a seat next to Felmor. "All things considered, Fel, it's going rather well. We're alive, people have been rescued, evil has been vanquished, food is coming, and I've got a waiting bath and a comfortable bed upstairs. I'll call that a victory." She gives him a smile, "How about with you?"
Priyya listens to Alis' thoughts and then thinks for quite some time. "The addition of Desna as a likely influence makes everything you've said quite possible. She's never been in my visions before and I am not used to her ways... so you may interpret her meanings better than me. It is likely her message is for you personally. But I will tell you what I think based on how Sarenrae usually is in my visions. I think you and I being 'one' tells me that I am to accompany you. I think the 'lead/follow' comment is to emphasize that we are 'companions'. I think that you and I being 'one' may also indicate we are the same - sisters or priestesses, of the same 'blood' in some way. The fact that both our Deities made an appearance supports the idea of us being sister priestesses. The other thing that makes me think I am to go with you... is that the call to go 'North and West' has stopped. Sarenrae's task for me has changed. So, if you were hoping to be quit of my company... think again, sister." "As for being nude, I am often that way in visions; I cannot hide before my Goddess. However, perhaps Desna meant that to have more meaning for you. As for the desert, mesa, sky, moons, and sounds - your guess is as good as mine." "As for your question... at the academy, Alexis and I didn't share many classes, but one professor we both had was our philosophy professor, Sir Garrick Tam. If we would ask him a question that we could figure out on our own and were merely asking for confirmation, or with hesitation, he would pose it right back to us." Priyya laughs bitterly. "Your instructor was not Sarenrae and my question wasn't an abstract philosophic argument. If I choose wrong, the penalties could be severe." She looks at Fel resting in her arms and says mostly to herself, "Still, it may be worth it."
Priyya's eyes soften noticeably. These women are so good at handling others gently. She smiles, acknowledging she is both caught out and aware of their unspoken communication. Priyya's brow furrows as she recalls the vision trying to think if there was any element of it she missed, and avoiding (for the moment) the other subject. Her wide almond eyes snap fully open. "There was nothing else I saw. But, now that you mention it, there were some things I heard. When the butterflies deposited me on the mesa, the sound of their wings changed. It went from the sound of like... papers rustling in a breeze to the sound of larger, heavier wings... like the flapping of a pair of giant bat wings as I would imagine it." She dredges her memory for more. "... And there was a wind on the mesa. It was fitful and distant but sometimes it became quite loud. It didn't sound like wind across rocks. It sounded more bestial like a large cat, maybe a Dune Panther." Priyya looks uncomfortable, sad, or maybe perplexed. "That is all that could be related to you, Alis. I swear. The rest... well... Fel's timing at rousing me was either damn poor or guided by Sarenrae's hand. I asked her a question, a question no Surya-ka-Vahaak has probably ever dared ask the Lady and I was awakened before she saw fit to answer... though that may, in itself, BE the answer."
Priyya notices, as if for the first time, the holy symbol Alis is clutching.
She smiles, "I'm a fool, I didn't see it before. Desna answers many of the questions. I'll tell you my vision - but I don't know if it will tell you what path you are on. Then again, it might." Seeing a slight deflation in Alis, Priyya says, "Alis, even a seemingly aimless path is still a path that may have been set before you. Sometimes we don't know the path we are on until we've walked it for awhile. Do not worry - I think you ARE on a path even if you can't recognize it yet. So, my vision..." She gives Alis a sober look, "Actually, our vision, I think. It was very strange and dream-like. Unlike the visions I've had before. I suspect now that some elements of it were gifts from Desna and others from Sarenrae. And both were meant for us both." "So, I am walking naked in the deserts surrounding Katapesh. I look down and realise my body is not my body. It is altogether paler and more... ample" She looks at her own chest and hips and then looks pointedly at Alis'. "My body is yours... but my mind is my own. I don't know whose face I wore... but I think I have my hair, for it felt very long. The sun beats down on me, blindingly bright and hot, like a forge. Then a shadow interposes making it less bright and less hot. I look at the cloud and it comes for me. It is a massive swarm of shining blue and purple butterflies. They surround me and swirl around me... almost like a living gown. They pull me along and we fly across the desert. They are leading me some place I need to go. The butterflies swirl around my face so I can't see the whole journey, but eventually I arrive on the top of a mesa. The butterflies leave me then. The sun is still bright and hot but not so much as before. But the sky is wrong. There are two moons in it - one glows like fire and the other more like water. And there is a... a disk in the sky like a thin belt. It is another world, though the mesa is in Golarion. But the sun quickly takes precedence. I recognize it as Sarenrae. She says, 'Do not follow; do not lead - just go.' I ask her to explain but she merely repeats herself then I... well... I woke up when I was revived by Felmor."
Sense Motive DC:20: Priyya is not mentioning something that happened at the very end of the vision. The memory of it weighs on her.
"I mean we are all trying to do good in this world but we have our own reasons, our own unique 'path'. I am following the path Sarenrae has laid out. You, I think, are not a follower of Sarenrae. So I'm guessing you are here for your own reasons. Or have I been ignoring another follower of the Dawn Flower all this time?" She gives Alis a sly wink. Priyya's mood changes suddenly, as if a thought just occurred to her and maybe her previous statement was entirely incorrect. "Or maybe, Alis, you serve the Dawn Flower after all. I had a vision in the crypt when I was unconscious. You were in it... sort of." She gives Alis a brief mirthful smile. "I've been trying to decipher it's meaning. I thought the part with you in it was just an odd dream-element but perhaps our path is the same... not just parallel. That would explain some things."
Hearing Alis' words, Priyya looks at Felmor fondly. "I wouldn't leave him without a word... or a say in the matter. Sarenrae guides my path... but I've recently found that it is nice to have friends to walk it with even if their path is only parallel."
Priyya gives Felmor a little extra squeeze, "It was a good plan. Next time, just skip the fake poisoning part... you scared me there, Fel." She says it with genuine concern.
"Aye, Priyya, I am glad ta see ya in one piece." He says in a weak tone. She smiles against his shoulder, resisting the urge to kiss the side of his face. "I'm glad to see you too, Fel." She hugs him close, not entirely to support him in the saddle. Thinking a little humor might help him recover, she quips, "Ya know, if you wanted to ride with me, you didn't need to fight a sea serpent and pretend to get poisoned just so I could take care of you. I'm pretty sure the Kirmoons' saw through your scam, you rascal!"
"You just wanted to help others, it's what you do." Priyya thinks long on Alis' words. As they are leaving the lake area, she sidles her horse up close to Alis' steed. She gently moves Felmor's head out of her way (he is still unconscious) so she can see Alis clearly. "The thing of it is, Alis... risking my life is what I do. Risking others' lives," She looks at the unconscious sailor in her arms, "That's a different matter altogether. I don't know what exactly happened with Armandia, but if there was a 'close call' like this we just had... well, let's say I would understand her choice not to risk his life any further. He's a dear man and I..." She sighs hoping Alis understands what she is having trouble articulating. She lapses into silence, seemingly thinking about many things - not all of them sailor-related.
Priyya slumps down and weeps silently for a few minutes before rallying. She says to Alis, "Fel is healing but I'm worried about his overall health . I have a scroll of restoration that could help a bit. What do you think?" She sighs and looks sad, "Also, I want to apologize for getting you into this. Maybe I shouldn't have suggested we go after this beast. We could have just as easily warned the townsfolk to avoid this area. And we could have used Alexis' help." She looks at the unconscious Felmor and the ill but doughty dwarf. "I'm just so sorry."
Priyya keeps working to clear the toxins from Felmor's system...
"Anyone got a free hand to give Fel some of Kassen's water or this potion of restoration?" She points her with chin at the wineskin and the small bottle.
Laith:
OK. In my group, we play drinking as a move or standard action and are pretty loose about dumping and using stuff. shame on me for not double-checking the PF rules. :) Revised actions: Priyya will move and dump her pack and then attempt to treat the poison...
Priyya's swears in a decidely unlady-like fashion. "Morgaard. I was thinking we should move one of those boxes to block the creature from getting at us and set it on fire... but I can't do that and help Felmor. Can you handle it?" Without waiting for an answer and hoping like hell he can set up a perimeter alone, Priyya moves over to Felmor , dumping out her backpack with the potion of restoration and wineskin with Kassen's holy water in it . She indelicately forces Fel to drink the Restoration Potion . And then lays a hand on his head to Cure Wounds .
Seeing Felmor drop, Priyya growls like an enraged hunting cat and moves in quickly (pulling her shield in front of her)to protect what is hers. Knowing Fel has a better chance to escape if he conscious, she stems her desire to kill. She channels Sarenrae's healing light, selectively missing Nessie.
Seeing how well Alis dodged and how close the beast's bite was to her, Priyya is alarmed. "Let's fall back! It might have a long reach with that neck but maybe it can't get fully out of the water! Let's take it from a distance."
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