Inspection(Gin, Chrysette, open)

[Isurugi Amelia]

After she was done with her bath she got dressed up in her military uniform, making sure to smooth out any imperfections that appeared on the garment. She rolled her hair up into a neatly shaped bun and putting on her foot wear that was devoid of any dirt. She wanted to make sure that she looked professional to earn points with her mother and Gin whom she desperately tried to appease to gain his attention. She also wanted to look better than Mei, and she figured that her men would pass the inspection with a breeze.

Finding them was a bit a problem, she didn't know where they went off to go on with the inspection. She figured that they had to be somewhere where the ground troops were and her search there, asking various fae where they could have been. As soon as she got close, she heard a colonel telling everyone to make their way to the training grounds. She wondered if they decided to some sort of inspection there and made her way to where everyone was going.

She made her way through the crowd just to see Gin standing there, shirt partially open, and the look on his face suggested that something serious was going wrong. Not to far in front of him, was that fae the dare held a sword towards her. She figured she was going get some sort of punishment and narrowed her eyes at the faerie, hoping Gin didn't go easy on her.

[Kouzetsu Gin]

He watched her, studying her every step, her every movement as she approached him. A fiery apparition appeared along the sides of the crowd, something Gin didn't anticipate, but made no great caution or concern about. She chose to leave it along the side, preparing to take her punishment on her lonesome, an admirable act, but Gin was in no mood to admonish appraisal upon her. As she came closer, Gin waited until she had come to a halt, Rosey now amidst a field of Law magic, the same field Gin used to dispel the rocks. She was now unknowingly saturated by his presence, his field of Law magic that increased his perceptions exponentially, his interpretation and foresight acting almost in a precognitive manner.

"You stand here before my, the executioner of the sentence of judgment for your crimes, crimes you have made notion of denying, and as such, in the absence of your own self purported defense, you leave me know choice but to carry out the maximum penalty for your transgressions." Gin said, his hand now on the hilt of the blade, his other arm squarely behind his back. Stabbing his sword in the earth, mimicking the position of the other, Gin then removed the spectacles from his eyes and placing in his pocket, the coal black opals staring straight into the fiery pools of Rosey's own. "Said to me earlier that you're not going to let people push you around and make threats on your life. You said not the type to back down, so prove it. Prove it to me, prove it to your men, prove it to yourself that you won't back down, and we shall see where it gets you. Take your sword, I will allow you that much, but i promise you... the lashes you receive will total ten before this exercise is done, and you will not be able to say that you weren't compromised in your own beliefs, that you didn't have the chance to defend yourself, that you were denied you honor. You seem so incapable to do this with words, so talk to me now, with blade in hand." Gin said, as if he were staring coldly into her fiery soul.

"Make your move, and don't hold back, that is a luxury you won't be able to afford me offering to you, so I suggest you take the same precaution. Strike." Gin said, his voice beyond sterile, his gaze never wavering, one hand behind his back, the other still in his pocket touching his glasses, fearless and absolutely certain of his actions being just.

[Rosey]

She eyed him for a second before walking over to grab the sword slowly out of the ground and placing it on her shoulder with the other hand on her hip. She thought that this had been some sort of game, especially since he stood there with a hand in his pocket, a stance that didn't look like it was neither in defense or offense. But she continued to observe him and noticed that he stood with air of confidence. Perhaps, she thought, that he was hiding considering both hands were out of sight.

She brought the sword down in front of her, studying the blade that wasn't hers, its edges looked as if it was just sharpened. She got into her stance, one foot pointing ahead while the other pointing perpendicular, shoulder length apart. She didn't know what to do, she couldn't read him so any first moves was like jumping without looking. She would just have to take chances, she figured to herself.

She took a breath, cleared her head and lunged forward for her first attack.

[Kouzetsu Gin]

Rosey approached him, studying him as to reassure herself of the brevity of the situation, and when their eyes met, she seemed to finally understand indeed how serious this was. But Gin cared not for her realization, it came with the same brash tardiness and bewilderment as everything else about her. His passive stance is what disturbed her most of all, neither moving or defensive, Gin stood waiting for Rosey, whom after examining the sharpness of her sword assumed a standard attack position. "Typical." Gin thought as she remained still momentarily, her eyes on his hand for a brief second, and then with a solemen breath, Rosey lunged for Gin.

As the blade hurdled toward him, Gin closed his eyes, his Law magic seeing in directions his ocular vision could only hope to grasp, a 360 degree of navigation available to him. Slipping his foot forward, he tugged the soft earth with his feet, causing the planted blade to sling back, just within reach of his hand located in his pocket, and as if his appendage were a viper, it snatched the sword with such speed, there wasn't even a noise as it was taken out the ground. A clod of dirt was then airborne, and with the grace of a swan, Gin shifted the moving foot to the side with a sharp side step, proceeding to swing his arm around, leading with weight equally distributed, his other planted 45 degrees to his rear. With a blood curdling shriek, Gin's blade kissed Rosey's own from underneath at the tip, his powerful upwards swing done with the purpose of sending her off balance from her careless lunge forward, potentially exposing her chest and bringing her face into contact with the airborne dirt as his next attack, a side slash carrying the momentum of the first swing, was aimed squarely across the middle of her chest.

His face was unmoving, and his eyes darted like those of a trained killer, cold, calculating, and totally unforgiving. His black hair only moved slightly with the motion of the rest of his body, the ponytail binding it so to not hinder his vision.

[Rosey]

Sudden movements he made surprised her, Rosey didn't have time to prepare for them, trying her best to keep her footing. Dirt had flew towards her face and she squinted, trying to keep the dirt out while trying to keep an eye on her opponent. But that failed, she could feel the opposing blade go through shirt and scratch her, causing her to fall backwards on to her ass.

Dammit. She quickly got up and got back into position with eyes focused on to him. The dirt he use she thought was pretty cheap and she realized she wasn't going to hold back now. Her eyes, her hair went red and the air around her got hot. She was pissed now and ran towards him, bring her sword up to swing down on him. But as soon as she got close to him, she made a side step and swung herself and her sword around to make her attack. She figured she would try to keep him on his toes as best she could.

[Kouzetsu Gin]

With the connection of his first attack, Gin watched as Rosey hit the ground, and made a quick recovery, standing back to her feet with haste. She was now physically angered, as he hair and eyes made the full transition hinted at inside the tent, and Gin took notice of the sudden rise in temperature, the strongest of which surrounded her. Her anger meant nothing to him, it only served to quicken her downfall with the ever increasing recklessness of her attacks. As she barred down on him for an attack, it proved to be a feint, as she quickly stepped to the side to attack him. Not one for being flanked, Gin assessed that heat coming off her wasn't enough to do any extremely detrimental damage, but could prove to be a bother later. It was then that Gin's raised his once hidden hand, extending it outward, and with a sudden dash, he sought to rout Rosey's with a side slash, matching and easily exceeding her speed, his feet a blur, his legs bending to duck and stretching to make ground as he pranced, his stride a graceful ballet of movement. He then began circling the Fae with long strides, twirling his sword in his hand and around his wrist in a dizzying, baton like fashions, with a flurry of swipes to her exposed side choosing not stay in one position too long due to the heat emanating from Rosey's body.

His hand moving in the air, accentuating the beauty of his form, Gin then began to switch his sword hand, sweeping low, and thrusting high, his poise and dexterity a marvel to behold, but scorn to those who felt the blows accompanying the beauty. He had dealt with Fire elementals in the past, and as he moved about his opponent, there was a sudden ache in his wings and his heart, not a throng of pain, but an unraveling ball of anger. It was on a battlefield like this where he held his ground against a group of 30 fallen, slaying and felling each one with his dance of death, all save the one who would go on to burn his flesh, and scar his mind, hardening his heart. His eyes remained closed, and it seemed as if he were in a trance, the puppet and puppeteer acting as one to mesmerize the patrons of this increasingly bloody show.

[Rosey]

Her attack was completely dodged and she could see that he was too fast for her and was already on the other side of her making his attack. Rosey couldn't do anything about the first couple of slashes at her but was able to defend against the remaining ones at her side. He was already moving out of her way to make both low and high attacks. She was able to block his low attack but he quickly moved to strike her high, causing his blade to go across her shoulder. She yelled out in pain and ignited herself on fire, hoping that if he didn't at least get burned from his final attack, then it would at least prevent him from getting near her.

She took a step back, holding the sword in front of her, with her feet both facing forward. Her wings were erect now, ready to take flight. She wasn't going to make a move this time, she stood waiting for his attack now.

[Isurugi Amelia]

Amelia have never seen Gin move like that and she in awe. She couldn't see how those battle scars that she saw personally were inflicted on him. His movements were graceful and precise, his strikes done with force and power, all reminded her of being intimate with him. Thoughts of being with him crept in her mind and small slight smile formed on her face. She wanted to close her eyes and relish in the images that played in her head but she didn't want to take her eyes off of him. She could feel her body tingling with every movement he made and she hoped that tonight she could be alone with him again if not sooner.

[Kouzetsu Gin]

As Gin continued with his storm of swords, there was a snag in his net of Law magic, a small trickle that bit at him as he proceeded to attack Rosey. Taking the intuitive route, Gin acted on his suspicion and made a partial retreat, which proved to be providential, a sudden burst of heat and fire sprung from Rosey, the rambunctious Fae lighting herself ablaze, as Gin backed away, almost to late as it were, his over-tunic and under shirt partially scorched form the heat. Securing his footing a safe distance back, his hop backwards as graceful as could be, landing on one foot, setting the other down after, Gin opened his eyes to witness Rosey's body covered in fire, tongues of amber, orange, and red licking her all over, her wings spread full as if she was prepared to take the fight to the air. There she stood, sword erect, waiting for him to attack, her methods of offense having proved disastrous, she would seemed to be taking a different approach to this conflict.

It was then that Gin noticed the left side of his shirt was still aflame, and grabbing the middle of his chest, balling up the cloth inside his hands, he disrobed himself save for his trousers, belt, and boots, tearing both burned and soiled tunic and under shirt tossing them aside, his scarred chest an back were now a sight to behold to all, the various pocks and healed but deep set lacerations over his pectorals and abdomen brought to the light of day, his figure resembling a weathered Adonis like sculpture, still beautiful, but its features chipped and marred by nature. The hairs on his arms were singed, and there was a small burn on the part of his chest exposed by his clothing, and in placing his hand on that spot, Gin began to mend the burnt skin, drawing the dead and damaged skin from the nubile skin under the wound, expelling the one wounded now dust like substance form his hand into the wind.

From his vantage point, there was no way to mount an assault without sustaining more burns, and she presumably was counting on this, so Gin pondered his position for a moment. He took notice of the sword in his hand, it was a match for the sword in hers, his purpose of using foreign weapons made the contest mutually equatable, no one combatant holding a definitive advantage over the other because of weapon enchantment, or special construction. Then all the ideas sprung from the well of this revelation, the sword was not specially treated in any way, shape or form, and therefore not protected magically from the damage she inflicted upon it with her fiery form. Prolonged exposure to fire can brittle the strongest of steel, and having sharpened them both, Gin knew that the blades weren't of any particularly great craftsmanship. Also was the revelation of the dangerously flammable flint rock, secure in his pocket from the open flame, but if exposed to the fires she emanated, it could prove to be rather advantageous. There was also the matter of the ground she stood upon, he wings drawn as if begging for Gin to meet her bluff and engage her whilst airborne.

"You claim to be a solider, and not once during this confrontation have you displayed the discipline, patience, or skill associated with the term. Instead you brandish weapons without consideration for you own well being, more concerned with attacking than being attacked." Gin said, reaching into his pocket, feeling the flint rock, searching it with his Law magic for its softest, more malleable portions, grinding them to a mix of fine powder and small stones. "You are more a thug, a brigand than you are solider, spoiling for a fight, inciting violence and discord wherever you go, never caring about what you do and whom it affects. You lack of respect is appalling, and you care not to learn any lessons from your superiors care to impart." Gin said, placing his left foot forward, mending the ground underneath Rosey's feet, the dirt and sand into small stones, the small stones into a flat and brittle tablet, an inch or so of dirt atop it to give the illusion of the still soft ground.

'But I will teach you..." Gin said, his hand with snakelike precision and speed hurling the mix of broken flint at Rosey, the small, finely ground stone a gray cloud that sped at the firey Fae, the more heavier pieces flying toward the ground. Gin stood for a second, transitioning into an open stance, starring into the cloud, which existed for only a second, an eternity for the master Malakite, and in his black eyes there was the spark, the smallest inferno that sought to ignite the remainder of the powder, exploding in a bright white fashion, almost blinding, even from the safe distance the crowd stood at watching. The smaller pieces fell to the ground exploding, shattering the brittle disc of rock, shrapnel piercing through the soft earth under neath the Fae as Gin stood in his open stance, arm and sword both ready to become one, his legs springy and tense to fly up or forward, waiting like a panther to pounce onto the Fae, that or take flight to ground her into humility.

[Rosey]

Rosey stood there listening to him talk, thinking that whatever he was saying was bullshit. His hand disappeared into his pockets again and she wondered what kind of tricks he had up his sleeve. It finally became apparent to her when he suddenly flung something at her, something she couldn't see because it came at her so fast before exploding in her face. "Son a of bitch!" was all she could yell as she covered her face. She heard something at her feet and she instinctively drew he feet underneath her remembering her attack with the icy dragon who like to send projectiles from underneath her.

Still floating in the air, she flew towards him but then disappeared before reappearing above him, coming down on at him with her sword. She couldn't see anything but spots so she relied on memory of where he stood. She wanted to engulf more area around her in flames to protect her from any oncoming attacks while her vision slowly cleared up, but she knew that it would only cause more stress on her weapon. She cursed herself thinking he had this set up so that she could fail.

[Kouzetsu Gin]

She called his bluff, partially blinded and beyond reason, Rosey headed toward at full speed, airborne still aflame as Gin predicted she would be. There was little blow back from the explosion, Gin's eyes adjusted before the explosion to cause the least amount of retinal damage, and as his vision returned Rosey was in striking distance. As Gin began to motioning himself to intercept, she disappeared, reappearing above, the charge another feint, her sword barred down unto Gin's head, clanging with a mighty fury as he intercepted the blow from the side, moving to swing her off to the side, his strike and partial block aimed his raised edge against the flat side of the sword, perceived to be its weakest point near the hilt.

The heat from her blade was beginning to boil the small beads of sweat upon his forehead, and Gin could almost feel the structural integrity of her weapon being compromised, the metal potentially cracking, all the while he reinforced his own blade with his Law magic, which had taken an ample amount of damage on its own. Sliding his weapon off of Rosey's, he swiped down to her arms, with the intent cutting the arm the held the blade, embers and flames burning against his skin. "Is this all your are, a beast in an upright position?" Gin said, twirling off to the side, quickly gathering his footing as he leapt into the air to meet Rosey.

"Your form is sloppy, your swordsmanship dispirited, and you waste too much energy in attacks that fail in connecting. Your as much a solider as I am fallen."Gin continued, ignoring the minuscule pain from the fire, a candles flame compared to the infernos of the past. "Fight harder or stop and take your lashes pacifically." Gin said, slashing again at her sword, this time specifically aiming directly at the small cracks, the hot air and flames furthering damaging his opponents weapon. He knew her blindness wouldn't allow her to intercept from which direction he came from, something he anticipated as he went to smash her weapon into her hand.

[Isurugi Amelia]

Amelia continued to watched the fight between Gin and Rosey. So far he was doing pretty good as should as season warrior should be. Rosey's irritation of her progress in battle was a bit amusing to her and could see that the hot-headed girl was relying on her fire magic to make up for her lack of skill with the sword. She got worried for Gin as she could see that the flames got a hold of him but he seemed fine especially after taking off the burnt garments, something she appreciated. Seeing his body made her want him now but there was nothing that she could do about it but quietly leave, pushing past the crowd. She headed towards Gin's tent for some alone time with herself.

[Rosey]

Gin blocked her attacked and kept her from pushing her sword down on his. He slid his blade down off hers and she moved with his blade to avoid damaged to her arm, which he still managed to scratch but she'll live.

She could hear that he was in the air now and moved to attack her weapon after his critique on how she fought. Rosey responded to his comment "At least I'm not doing cheap tricks like a child!" She frown after his final swing on her weapon caused the cracks in her sword become visible to even the onlookers. She could tell that the weapon didn't feel right in her hand and when the spots in her eyes started to fade, she could see that the weapon was no longer useful to her.

She tossed the weapon aside, not bothering to wait until it broke completely and swung her leg around to try to kick his weapon out of his hand. She swung her other leg around to do a back kick and then finished her attack with a punch before filling the space around her more with flames. The audience could now feel the heat of the fire coming off of her and her spirit stood there drinking in the heat from the sidelines with a smile on his face.

[Kouzetsu Gin]

Gin heard her complaint and shrugged at her childishness, scoffing at the notion of her speaking now to whine, instead of defending herself to lessen her punishment. Outside of this Gin began to take notice at the steadily increasing amount of heat that she was putting out, and it seemed to explode as her weapon was flung from her hand. Gin then began to whisper words to himself, a mantra infused with the his Law magic that swelled in the area, "With flames of heat and tongues of fire, to cause me harm it seems my straights are dire. Endurance and strength my thoughts will sire, a ward of protection from these I desire." Gin said as his black eyes shone through the flame, the Law magic surrounding his body, cooling the flames as the made contact with his skin.

Rosey proceeded to kicked his hand, shattering some of his fingers as he held steadfast in gripping his weapon, Gin raised his arm to block the other leg to block the back kick, bull rushing his head through the column of flames that tore at his protective Law barrier, smashing the top of his head onto her fist, aiming specifically for the digits above her knuckles to cause the maximum damage. "Soldiers don't whine, and they certainly do not expect mercy from there enemies." Gin shot back, using that same hand he used to block the kick, which still was saturated with his Law incantations protection, to wrap around her wrist with an impromptu arm-bar, trying to pull her closer.

"Do you think your enemies won't employ these cheap tricks, mourning over your death, lamenting the deceitful way they beat you, do you believe everything to be a game!" Gin roared, sending a surge of Law magic into his sword hand to mend his bones, brutally smashing its elbow into her chest to send her back, and extending that with a vicious slash across her face. "This is punishment, war will be much different you simpering fool. I intend to impart a lesson, were this a battlefield you would be dead, and I would think nothing else of your slain body, another leaf upon the pile."

"You have yet to see the horrors, the maimed and broken bodies, to hear the death cries of your closest friends, to look another being in the eye knowing full well they intend to kill you where you stand. To ruin you boots in battlefields soaked in blood, mud and excrement. All you know is the favor shown to you from a queen too merciful to see you as the uncouth, slovenly, ruffian that you are." Gin said in a brutal tone, every word thick with venom, his Law magic so often used to mend, now utilized to corrode her will to fight, pointing the tip of his sword at the Fae, standing on his field swamped with Law magic, the reverberation of the words reaching everywhere.

[Rosey]

Gin's head was hard, and she heard a popping noise from her fist as soon as it connected to his skull. He then grabbed hold of her arm and pulled her closer to him spouting more words at her. She smiled at him before he sent her flying backwards and slashing at her face. She got up with a smile still on her face even as blood fell from the inflicted wound across her face. She popped her fingers back into place and patching the wounds on her with faerie dust.

"You talked as if you seen such things but you talk as if I haven't stared an enemy in the face with the intent to kill me. I almost lost life fighting a dragon and I'm talking about that softie that came with me. He was cold as ice, as cold as the element he used. And if I remember correctly, I fought against a celestial that used fire that nearly destroyed everything, so don't tell me about my life as if you know it." Once again she felt like she was being talked down too and her smiled now gone.

She looked over to her fire spirit, Ild, and flew to her before entering her body. If Gin is treating this as a real battle then she would turn it into one. The fire that surrounded her body took even more area this time, almost the entire sparring ground. The crowd ran in a panic, not realizing that the fire was contained by Gin's law magic. Rosey stood there concentrating on intensifying the flames and it seem to the push against the barrier. She held her hand as if she was holding something and threw faerie dust around her, creating several clones of herself before all them flew up and around before diving down for their attacks. Some disappeared and reappeared at his sides, an attack that would cause confusion for most.

[Kouzetsu Gin]

Gin listened as Rosey spoke, detailing her past battles with Dragons and other powerful being, one in specific came to mind, feats that may have earned his admiration in another time and place. But now that she was bent on proving herself in this spectacle, not taking her punishment as would have been the responsible thing, Gin was left with no option. He could feel his magics being stretched to the brim, taxed by the intervention of Rosey's elemental spirit. Gin centered his vision on the surrounding area, seeing the places where the increasing heat would do the most damaged if he relented even a little bit, and seeing this, her lack of self control, her ego spun out of control, Gin realized his mistake in allowing this presentation to go this far, now the safety of others on the line.

A small cloud of dust transforming into several mirages of Rosey, all heading toward Gin, who at this point could do nothing but sigh in remorse. "This was a mistake... a egregious error of judgment on my part, and it will end now..." Gin said, stabbing his sword into the ground. Ignoring the facsimiles, Gin outstretched his hands, consolidating the barrier through sheer will, not allowing a degree of temperature change outside of his influence. "Do you not see the error in this, do you not realize the damage you may cause if I failed in any way from restraining this heat. Stand down, that is a direct order Rosey, stand down now and bring this debacle to an end." Gin said, the heat sapping away at whatever barrier his previous incantation had left behind.

"I have erred in my judgment, believing you to be more mature than you are. If there was a shred of honor in your body, you would have keep this to us, instead you seek to do harm to those that have nothing to do with this, your reckless abandon and lack of control make the notion of you being a solider toxic, disgracing all ever bestowed with that title. A solider follows orders, doesn't balk at authority, and in your refusing to accept your punishment, instead you embarrass yourself, your men, your Queen and myself. End this now!" Gin roared, his Law magic pulling the images apart, reducing them to nothing more than dust. Gin could see the crowd scattering and the sight weighed heavy on his heart, he was responsible for this, and he assured himself no one would be counted as collateral damage due to his need to publicly display discipline to one unruly person.

[Rosey]

"You erred in your judgment on thinking you can best me old man. You can't beat me, you can't!" She shouted at him, running towards him at full speed. She started punching at him impractically, not caring if the blows landed or not. "My allegiance to my Queen, not you. Why should I listen to you?"

[Kouzetsu Gin]

[My actions in this post were authorized before hand, and in no way are they godmoding or power-playing without consent]

Rosey rushed toward him unexpectedly, shouting belligerent nothings about her allegiance, his words finally reaching through the various layers of emotional armor and bravado. She punched him as his arms were outstretched, burning his flesh with every strike, cursing him as she laid into him. Gin in turn closed his eyes, and with more force than in any previous action he had exerted during the entire ordeal, he plain as day slapped Rosey across the face open handed, striking her down to the ground. The slap made her body twist about face, and she landed hard onto her stomach, as Gin trembled, visibly anger, but relieved none of the onlookers were injured. "Damn you, damn you you petulant child, I shall suffer you insolence no more!" Gin said, removing his sword from the ground.

He had taken count of each strike he made upon Rosey during there fight, the current count being at 5, and as such, upholding his original number of disciplinary blows promised, he woefully carved four long, deep lacerations into her back, the count now at nine. "What did you think that you were attempting to do with that last stunt, had you the power to you would seek to damn us all you little fool." Gin said, his anger visible in the force upon which he punished her. "Allowing you a weapon was a novel idea, an ideal one at best, but it was not right, you have shown me that, so I grant you nothing more than what you deserve." Gin said as he turned the arc of the blade, the last slash crossing the other four, Gin then stabbed the bloody weapon again into the ground, kneeling to where Rosey lie. Summoning the remainder of the Law magic in the field, the flames now gone, and the area safe, Gin laid a handed slap onto her back, mending all the wounds inflicted upon her to stay open until he dispelled them, "The cruelest of fates are too merciful for one such as you." Gin said, standing to his feet, his body covered in minor burns and sweat, looking around at the faces of those he commanded to assemble here.

"This is not the lesson I intended for you too learn here today, but none the less do not fail to remember it. Any and all who defy me or any other officer of rank shall face such reprimand, and after having witnessed this do not expect the same mercy. Take her to the brig, and let no medic attend to her unless I allow for such." Gin said to the two Fae closest in disgust, with Rosey, the situation, and himself most of all. "Pardon me." he said walking past Erato and the others to his back to his tent. Many thing went through his mind in his trek back, most of all what was to be done with Rosey. "I will have her stripped of rank and all titles for this lunacy, I shall..." Gin thought, his line of thinking broken abruptly, taken aback the last thing he expected to see after such a mess, Amelia, lustily making sport of her time alone in his tent. "Amelia?" Gin uttered in confusion.

[Isurugi Amelia]

Amelia chose to go Gin's tent simply because she shared a tent with her sister and didn't know if Mei or her mother might just walk in on her while she pleasured herself. Before Gin walked in, she was nearly at the peak of her climax. Though his unexpected entrance into the tent nearly scared her, making withdraw her hand from between her legs and cover herself with the shirt she still had on but unbuttoned. She didn't know who it was at first and she felt rather silly thinking that the only person who would such a thing would be the resident of this tent.

The look of fear was replaced by a smile on her face and she relaxed when she knew no one was behind. "I was hoping that tonight we could be together. But I couldn't wait, not after seeing how you moved about out there. It sent chills down spine." She got up and went over to Gin, stepping over her pants that laid on the ground, and was stroking his arms. "You look a bit worn down. I hope you're not to tired for me." She reached up to kiss him softly on the lips.

Now that he was here, she wanted him, right now and she hoped that her mother forgot all about inspecting the men under her. "Where's my mother?" She asked, tracing her fingers across his chest and abdomen.

[Fae NPC]

Erato watched how things seemed to get out of hand with Rosey. Though if she had missed out on Rosey's careless display before watching the punishment he inflicted on her afterward, she would have thought of him being cruel. She turned her head away as nearby fae picked her body up, she appeared lifeless but she knew that she was still alive. Gin excused himself, quickly leaving the area before she could say anything to him. She thought that it was probably best to leave him alone after what he had to go through, she just didn't expect Rosey to give him such a hard time and wanted to apologize for having to deal with her. However, the uncontrollable power that Rosey had was an issue now and she hope that after this ordeal he would be able to tame the wild beast within her.

Putting aside her thoughts on what occurred, she turned to Mei, "We should see if we can continue our inspection, where is your sister?" She looked around to see if she was here to see the fight take place but didn't see her.