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cxxx{}::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::⊳Isoloses lost track of how long he knelt down at Naevys's feet, listening to the four elves at the table discuss and try to classify the plant. He'd been introduced to Cirzi and Dhaci, both of which were also dressed up like Kaivyrn and Naevys were. All of them were around the same height, though their shoes were all varying heights which made them taller and more uneven. Kaivyrn had emerald green hair, it was long--longer than Mytherion's and that was a feat. His features were soft but sharp in some way like he was paying close attention to everything. He was slim, the shoes he was wearing made him about the same height as Naevys in his shoes, though the platform looked to be a bit shorter than Naevys's.
His clothes were more revealing than Naevys's, with a sheer coat like the one that Naevys was wearing, covering a thin-strapped shirt that came up to just below his chest. There was a little emerald green gem sparkling in his belly button, peeking through the sheer coat. His pants were black and tight, just like Naevys's, and the boots he wore reached up to his thighs, and platforms.
Cirzi looked more mischievous than Kaivyrn and Dhaci, with cyan blue hair that reached to his shoulder blades. His clothes more mimicked what Naevys wore usually--something modest but still a little breathtaking. Isoloses would've loved to see Naevys in the outfit, honestly, he felt sure it'd suit him perfectly.
It was black, the jacket a little shorter than the rest, falling to about the back of his knees. It was more similar to a tuxedo than something but it came down to a circular end with ruffles. It was black, with a lace fabric overlaid on top of it, with a pair of sinfully short shorts paired beneath the jacket. His thighs were bare and covered in some kind of markings that glowed the same cyan blue as his hair, and flowed down to the side of his lower leg.
The markings were like drawn on little vines that glowed brightly, leading to an intricately drawn flower that took up a great deal of the skin on his lower leg. His boots reached his ankles, the same kind of vine markings going up from somewhere beneath his boot, meeting the other side of the flower to form one giant picture.
Dhaci was kind of adorable, with his light pink hair pulled up into an intricate braid, flowers littering it all. He was wearing this thing that almost looked like a dress, and hell it might've been, but it looked almost identical to Naevys's coat except the hem was longer and reached the top of his thighs. Isoloses wasn't really privy to knowing what Elven attire was considered what--they didn't really seem to divide clothing by gender so Isoloses didn't know. He had on a pair of stockings that stopped just below the hem of the coat dress thing that he wore, and his platform heels laced around his ankles and tied into little bows.
Dhaci's legs never stopped moving, either, he swung them around absentmindedly and tapped his fingers against the table a lot, Isoloses could tell based on where the sound was coming from. They all talked and conversated as if he weren't there, something that he liked.
It was relaxing to kneel at his feet and at first, he listened to the conversation. It didn't take long for his brain to quiet down, though, and he ended up just pleasantly floating. He lost track of time, and just enjoyed the quietness kneeling for Naevys incited. He enjoyed it so much, it was probably one of his things to do if he were being honest.
For a while, it was just him quietly kneeling at Naevys's feet while the elves discussed the plant, but after a long time of kneeling there, Naevys's chair pushed back and he bent over to catch Isoloses's eyes.
"Iso, you can come up now," Naevys said, waving him forward. Isoloses crawled out from under the table and paused for a moment, letting his eyes slip shut before he raised to his feet. He must've raised too quickly because he got a head rush or something and stumbled a bit, his hand reaching out for the table. Naevys raised up from his chair and caught him before he could fall miraculously, steadying him with a soft hand on his side.

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