awkward romance between a rogue and a wizard

What A Morning...

Waking up early, the sun has barely risen when they all wake up to continue their quest. Luthien has a small hangover and grips the side of her head and a groan from her causes her dearest and closest friend Honey to immediately rush in with a glass of water and a few aspirin. with a quick "thank you, Dearest." and honey shutting the door with a "you're welcome, Mamas!", she gets out of bed the frigid air hitting her exposed and arms and thinly clad legs.

Stretching then meditating; channeling her mana and clearing her of yesterdays stress. Then unties her hair, letting it fall and rebraiding the 2 front most pieces, she then without hesitation, ready to get herself out of the chilly morning air, throws on her floral print emerald green robe with furs of brown, black and white along the front and sleeves with gold trim and quickly ties her black under-bust corset, slipping on her flower crown of winter flowers and holly, her golden pointe shoes. And her fur lined brown cloak

 Casting her pine and flower signature fragrance she grabs her staff, and walks out of her room and meets the eyes of Payne. Of course he would be done first, his outfit is the most simple, consisting of a ragged and torn white and black shirt with matching pants, a black cloak covering him. His red spirit beads on his arms and ankle shone in the torch light and that god forsaken cursed branding on his shin making luthien feel sorry for her friends past. Forgetting that, she strolls over to him and strikes up a pleasant conversation with him, mostly him flattering and flirting her while Luthien tries to not let it get to her head and stay humble and pay no mind to the flirting while they wait for the others.

A door opens and out comes Honey, her fleece lined baby pink spandex with white fur poking out of the top, her ribbons tied on her forearms, her daggers attached at her waist
and her little white furry boots. In her snow white  cloak, she hops down the stairs; kinda like a bunny, She was adorable in Payne and Luthien's eyes. The conversation goes quiet as Payne gazes at Honey, blushing all the while to which Luthien gazed at Payne and shakes her head; a fool she is. Turning to honey she goes to tell her good morning but a loud 'BANG' and an "OW! FUCK!" resounded from the last room. Luthien sighs "Oh Ignis, I'll go check on him."

Crashing head first into a dresser, he yells in pain and stumbles around his room bumping into the corner of something else; a nightstand perhaps? Luthien walks to Twigs room "Are you okay? Do you need help?" no response came she just opened the door and found a shirtless twig, struggling with his top ensemble.  Face down, bent over the bed somehow tied up with his own sash "oh my Lord Ignis..." she mumbles shutting the door, blushing, recollecting herself then coming in she makes her way in; not before  shutting the door behind her. 

"Uhm, Twig, would you like some help?" she asks kindly trying not to think of his position to which A muffled "Yes, Please." Came from the bed. Untying the sash she sits him upright "Now, no wonder you can't get your top on." She scolds motherly "Your helmet is all crooked and you put it on first above all else!"

He blushes hard; the little elf saw him make a fool of himself. Not only that but she also him shirtless and that wasn't supposed to happen until marriage! She takes off the helmet, fixes his hair as he enjoys having her nimble fingers comb it; even for a short second and unbeknownst to him; so does she. Moving away and setting the helmet down she grabs his ruffled shirt and threw it at him.

"What, you expect me to help you dress?" She laughs "and they call you 'the rogue feared by many'." she jokes making quotes with her hands as he puts on his shirt hurriedly thinking maybe it wouldn't be so bad to have her dress him. her fingers feeling him up and down, it was a perfect and harmless crime. So, to enact that, he puts on the top half of his ensemble sloppily and purposefully messing up the sash hoping it would catch the elf's eye.

It did. She huffed with frustration and made him face her unlacing his tunic and straightening out his undershirt before lacing up his suede tunic again, tucking the undershirt inside the waist band of his pants and grabbing the burgundy sash and tying it around his waist and making the knot into a bow. No words were exchanged besides Luthien telling twig about how do do his top half "Seriously, how do you function in the morning?" No response, he is simply too embarrassed to speak. She fixes his hair again and puts his helmet on him. "Looking at all the destruction you've caused no wonder you need to wear a helmet." she smirks and saunters out, leaving the dazed rogue there  for him to finish dressing, not wasting any time he grabs his cloak and rushes downstairs ready to start the adventure.

He stops as he sees the three gathering food and beverages to take along with them on their journey; Honey gathering extra cinnamon buns from the back and Luthien paying extra to bring a whole barrel of Ale with her "what are you guys doing?" He asks confused as to why they aren't heading to go on the adventure yet. Payne, who is naturally quiet spoke up, his deep voice rumbling and low "were gettin' things to take on our journey so we don't die. I'd recommend you get something yourself, bub, 'cause i ain't sharin'." This freaks out the somehow cowardly rogue and he gets some things to take with him. Honey whispers to Luthien and Payne "for someone so formidable I thought he would be a bit more..." she trails off trying to find the right word "stronger." She says the other two nodding in agreement.

With his items in his bag of holding, he approaches the three "are you guys ready yet?" He's practically bouncing on the balls of his feet. Raring and ready to go on yet another pain staking adventure through the winter. Twig looks at the three of them and the three look at each other in silent conversation "I don't see why we wouldn't be." Shrugged Payne, This sent Twig flying out the door; full of energy. Payne follows after him slowly while Honey and Luthien follow Payne talking amongst themselves. Now they head out, braving the cold harsh winters surely to be harsher up at the summit, the troupe seeks their next destination; Fortweld.