The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Jassinth]

Their first warning that alone time is over is a gorgeous golden brown eagle swooping in from somewhere in the ceiling- must be a hole somewhere The bird does a quick circle of the small room to bleed speed, then flares his wings to land on a sturdy post jutting from the wall near the bed. Based on the scoring on the  post, this is far from the first time it has served this purpose. The eagle puffs up his feathers as he stares at Marian in the kitchen/dining room are. Or possibly at the smoked fish next to her.

Then the door opens and a handsome young man with deep dusky skin and silvery hair steps in. He is wearing dark brown leathers, with splotches of dark green and blue patterned all over it to break up the humanoid shape. The bow and quiver slung over his back, the broad, flat blade on his hip and the fur vambrace on his left arm with scores on it similar to the wooden post mark him as a ranger. He has a grin on his face as he enters despite a bit of fatigue- but it dies rapidly when he spots the naked strang- Wait.

"You!"

[Marian Hawke]

Marian spins, dropping her spatula. "You!" she repeats, alarmed. "What are you doing here?!" 

[Isabela]

"Good morning, Jass," purrs Isabela, before turning to Marian. "What do you mean? This is his home. Why shouldn't he be here?"

[Marian Hawke]

"But... what?!"

[Jassinth]

"Isa-" Jass pauses a good ten seconds as he takes in the sight of a delightfully displayed Isabela. With a wrench of his eyes, he glares at Marian. "I think that you are the one that needs to explain your presence, bigot," he snaps at the merikos elf.

[Marian Hawke]

"What?!" she squeaks. "Isabela invited me!"

[Isabela]

Isabela holds up a hand. "Has this girl been giving you trouble, Jass?" she asks, and her voice is hard, the playful flirtation gone.

[Marian Hawke]

Marian takes half a step back, eyes wide. "N-no trouble! Just, he's a Drow, I don't--"

[Isabela]

Isabela turns on Marian, her lips pressed tight together. "So is the best man I've ever met. If you have a problem with Merikos drow, you're welcome to leave."

[Marian Hawke]

"I--- I---"

Marian's eyes flood with tears, and she swallows hard. "I didn't mean anything by it," she whispers.

[Jassinth]

Jass frowns slightly, actually taking a moment to study Marian for the first time. She's young. Maybe even younger than me, certainly not much older if she is. Prett, with  solid build, though she needs to get out more and get some toning. And she looks... Dammit. Those are true tears I wager. 

"You have never met a merikos drow before, have you?" he asks quietly, voice losing the hard edge it had coated in before.

[Marian Hawke]

She shakes her head. "I r-read all about the d-drow in D-draslina," she forces out, stammering a bit as she tries to hold back her sobs. "I was ed-ucated there," she adds. 

[Jassinth]

Books and rumor then. Figured as much. There's a reason why I generally avoid visitors. Leaning against the door frame, he pauses just be asking something. "Ah, perhaps clothing? This is... rather distracting."

[Isabela]

"How about, for fairness reasons, you get naked as well?" teases Isabela, though there's less mirth in it than usual. She's just a kid. Relax. But how old have Zevran's owners been? What's to stop her from becoming the sort of person who would buy someone like Jass, just because he's 'evil' so it doesn't matter?

[Marian Hawke]

Marian, on the other hand, scrambles to find her tunic, pulling it over her head. Trying not to picture another man's face in another, very different doorway.