"Compensation, you say?." Emphasizes Vurckair by reducing the distance between him and Naylyn. Evidencing the Lady is even taller than Naindra, and no less attractive.
Tempted, Vurckair raises his hand towards the Damsel's cute, sexy face, trailing the contour of the chin, then the cheek.
She doesn't protests, and he acts bolder, reaching a bit higher, to tuck a lock of hair behind the Lady's ear.
Naylyn gulps a mouthful of saliva; Her newfound trepidation is mixing with a new sensations, something else that is not fear, or doubt; She can't tell what, or why; But she doesn't hate the contact, almost craving it, as she is expectant of whatever Vurckair has in mind for her.
Mätzeniä complains in disagreement. "Stop, Vecturion. Don't do that. I'll bear my share of the blame too."
At hearing such resolve, the Vixen Bombshell mischievous smile is replaced by one that denotes severe sadistic tendencies.
An attitude portrayed by Vurckair too; Who occasionally glances at Mätzeniä with a mocking smirk that grows larger as his face lethargically goes near Naylyn's.
Mätzeniä's despair is combined with her self-restraint. Will and Logic clashing against her values and instincts; Resolutely resisting the urge to lash out, and worsen the situation.
Said sight is so intoxicating, that Vurckair almost commits completely to his devious prank, though in the end, he tilts his head towards Naylyn's ear.
"Invite us to breakfast. My friend must be starving." Says Vurckair casually, pointing his thumb back towards Yacron.
Mätzeniä is relieved, dumbly jumping into the wrong conclusion. "Breakfast?. That is acceptable." Yet; Her sentiment is ephemeral.
"You are mistaken, «Groper»." Vurckair states to Mätzeniä. "Paying for our breakfast is Naylyn's way of compensate me. You still have to do your part. Not to mention the obvious."
"My requests." Naíndra clarifies with a kind, gentle smile; Though her squinting, lustful eyes erase all pretence of her fake, innocent facade.
"What requests?." Asks the melodious voice of an arriving Damsel. She has platinum blonde hair with aqua green tips, and wears casual clothes, though her black sclera eyes with silver irises, are quite eye-catching.
Playfully, Naíndra replies. "It's a surprise, Evennette. Wait for it. More importantly. Who is your Date?. He should be here already."
"Correct. I am…" Cincaid answer is cut short by Naíndra's snort.
"No. You are not her date. Like me, Evennette is a Nydrikova, and your Cousin."
The revelation hits Cincaid so hard, that his brain shortly refuses to work.
"What?!. How?!. Aren't you «Evennette Rhaython Zuckrude»?."
"I am." Admits Evennette. "But my Father's Surnames are Nydrikoff Rhaython."
"Nydrikoff?. Nydrikoff!." Cincaid repeats the Surname, his Surname. "I can't believe it; I must be cursed, or something. This is the sixth time i've been attracted to someone from the Nydrikoff House."
"Don't you think that is irrelevant?." Vurckair remarks. "Your sister and her friend must have known this from the start, and they still bet."
"That annoying pair of tricksters!." Cincaid growls through gritted teeth, unleashing a wide circular area around him, cooling the place with frost.
A light brown glowing revetment envelopes the affected youths, protecting them from the change in temperature.
{This must be the Nimbar}
Only Vurckair is unaffected; His halo creates a small circular perimeter, keeping the interior undisturbed by the cold, or the now thin layer of ice.
Yacron zaps Cincaid's nape. "Calm down at once. It's your fault for agreeing…" The sentence trails off with the loud growl of his stomach.
Vurckair snorts. "The beast bellows again."
"Yeah… Can we forget our differences, and have breakfast already?."
Scoffs, and smirks are the common response among the youngster's group; Except for Mätzeniä, who rolls her eyes; Dissatisfied with the outcome due to Naylyn's truthful compliance.
{What is that?}
After a short stroll through the park; It can be appreciated a large monolith made of transparent, opaque glass.
The shape resembles a triangular prism, and some people can be seen passing through one face, not coming out from the other two sides.
Vurckair is not very enthusiastic about the obvious destination. A separated space is often related to time discrepancy. Yet, said factor is not present on Ell'Thane.
One by one the group's members enter the monolith; The object's visual appearance is that of glass; But upon contact, it feels not different than gelatin.
{This is weirder than an Enclosed Amalgam}
The monolith's interior is no different from a shopping mall; At least the food court, with tables and benches available for public use.
[ +50 Tokens ]
{Why i'm getting this?}
Unbeknown to Vurckair, delving on any Quartzal is immediately rewarded with 50 Tokens, and depending on the environment, more income can be earned just by staying inside.
He glances back at the monolith. One side has a faint, uniform glow; While the other two faces remain devoid of lighting.
Naylyn notices the young man's demeanor, watching him with curiosity.
She is not the only one. Though Naíndra is a daring extrovert, not minding the gossip her actions may inspire.
"Wondering why is one side shining?." Asks the Vixen Bombshell purring suggestively on Vurckair's ear. "It must be your first time in a Quartzal."
"Indeed. «It's my first time. Please; Be gentle with me»."
Naíndra is absentminded for an instant; She wasn't expecting that response, But recovers quickly from it. "Gentle?. Okay handsome; I'll comply." She tilts her head, glancing down at Vurckair's groin. "But you have to tell me «His» name."
"Obelisk." Is revealed through mimic.
The answer just excites Naíndra; Who sexily bites her lower lip, aready looking for the opportunity to have a real taste of Vurckair's Not-so-little buddy.
After all; The contact between the two was short, and barely above the Adarga.
"Your name is Cincaid, right?." Evennette says selecting a table.
The group immediately splits between men and women, sitting on opposite sides to face each other.
"Correct, «Cousin»." Cincaid emphasizes Evennette status. Clearly wanting to crush the remains of his nascent, romantic feelings for her. "Date or not. I came here with the main intention of discuss a possible collaboration."
"I was thinking the same." Agrees Evennette with a mild smile. "Since we are eight, we can participate in many Quartzals as an Octagon Team; Dividing us into Couples could be influential too. The transmission may drag more attention than the average Pairs in normal streams…"