The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Isabela]

"Sure, of course. Tell them you want to learn about dominance games. Actually, there's a nymph here in town who does them -- Maeve, her name is."

[Haliel Lightsong]

That gets a pause, then a soft chuckle. "That seems apt- learning sex, learning- oh! Dom is short for dominant? Because they are the one taking charge of the... game?"

[Isabela]

"Yes, exactly." She smiles. 

[Haliel Lightsong]

Isabela can almost feel the heat of Haliel's blush. "Sorry. I... well, it's probably very clear that I... have virtually no clue about... any of this. I was... very sheltered and isolated during my training. Thank you so much for this. And for making Marian so happy."

[Marian Hawke]

It's nearly lunchtime by the time Marian makes her way downstairs to join the others -- with a beautiful stranger on her arm, and Lightsong close behind. 

"Uh, hi," she mumbles, ears burning a bit. 

[Bethany]

Beth- deep in a chat with Roland about... infections? Inflections, that makes more sense- offers an absent wave and a bright smile before turning back to her conversation. A lot of hand gesturing coming from that part of the tavern...

[Varric]

Varric on the other hand, looks up from his book for a three count to study her with cold eyes, then deliberately returns his attention to his reading.

[Haliel Lightsong]

"If you both want to get seats, I'll get you some of whatever the lunch special is?" Lightsong offers, already heading for the kitchen to order.

[Marian Hawke]

"Um. yeah," mumbles Marian. "Oh, you wanted to meet my sister?" she adds, dragging Isabela toward Beth and Roland.

[NPCs]

"The rising inflection for questions is nearly universal but you do have to be careful with elven and sylvian, especially if you do any poetry or song in your bit. They love adding rising meter to... everything," Roland, his back to the approaching ladies is saying as they get there.

[Bethany]

"Yeah, I've noticed that with elven but didn't-" Beth goes silent as she actually looks at her sister- and gets caught on Isabela. In her lap, a disgruntled murr is heard as her petting hand stops as well.

[Isabela]

"Why, hello," purrs Isabela.

[Marian Hawke]

"Um, Beth, Roland, this is Isabela? I uh... spent the night with her last night," fumbles Marian. "She wanted to meet the family so..."

[Isabela]

"Charmed," she says with a smile. "So far I've heard only good things -- well, maybe except from Jassinth."

[NPCs]

Beth blinks a few times, giving Roland time to twist around. Eyes rising, he grins. "Charmé en effet, oh belle beauté noire," the bard says smoothly, reaching out to take and kiss the back of her hand.