The soft jingle of metal that announced the arrival of the fire mage was nearly lost to the noise of the tavern. The flash of fire and the heads turning in her direction were a sure sign that it really was the ever attention grabbing Illia'mayen. The voluptuous mage giggled softly as she approached the table, the ember-colored eyes fixed on the glasses of alcohol she had set ablaze upon entering.
Finally, she turned her attention towards the male waiting for her at the table, falling into her chair and leaning against the table. "Triel~" She greeted happily, voice oozing mock sweetness and the brightly painted lips pushing together in a playful kissing motion.
"Our meeting was postponed due to the need to enlighten lost sheep." And by that, she meant of course setting a few people who had mildly bothered her on fire.
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