A rare moment of peace in the gardens surrounding the Order's castle. All Mistresses and Celinne are enjoying a warm summer day under the soft sunlight.
Lady Savaelle:
"Malvarra, that turquoise-blue dress truly flatters your exotic skin..."
Mistress Malvarra (smirking):
"My dear Lady, you also look refreshed today. I only hope the sun won’t burn your delicate, pale skin."
(Then she glances toward High Priestess Lysaria)
"Wow, Lysa, your melons are as magnificent as mine."
Lysaria: (blushing, saying nothing, nervously adjusting her modest sundress)
Malvarra laughs, her teeth gleaming:
"They’re certainly not like our hysterical witch’s little charms."
She winks wickedly toward Xaliryn, clearly teasing her about a recent magical mishap.
Xaliryn (bristling):
"Malvarra… I swear, if you say one more word about my potion accident..."
In the background, Celinne quietly observes, taking notes, her eyes wide with fascination at the playful, chaotic dynamic of the Mistresses she's now serving.
Free offering for all the Worshipers. Enjoy.