Kayla sat herself next to Darnand with a grin, crossing her legs and pulling out some fresh herbs from her pack. She grabbed a rabbit, nearly cooked, and sprinkled the herbs onto it. she set it back to cook and leaned back on her hands and sighed.
"This brings back memories," she said to Darnand in a low voice. "I was once traveling with a friend of mine, beautiful mage woman. We were tracking a particularly elusive group of vampires." the herbs began to smell good, and she set them out for anyone who wanted them. She leaned back and leaned a little closer to Darnand.
"It was a particularly chilly night, and the snow had nearly buried us. I think that's what the vamps were counting on. They don't need heat to survive. We did. We made a snow shelter, but it wasn't enough. Anyways, a snow troll had ripped my pack from me and tossed it over the mountain in a frenzy. All of my warming potions, herbs, everything, went with it. But she was smart. After we killed it, she was brilliant, by the way. I had never seen a wall of fire before. She was a, think the proper term is pyromancer? She could make flames envelope her target and burn them to a crisp."
The rabbit sizzled and popped, and Kayla turned it over.
"We had to huddle very close that night. Cheek to cheek." She leaned closer to Darnand, a mischievous smile on her lips. "And I was wondering if all mages were...good with their hands, like she was." She bit her lower lip briefly, then leaned back and laughed. She enjoyed teasing him, and by the red in his face, he had caught her drift.
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